doesitanyway | [ MEADOWLARK ] IC Inbox

I consider life itself the gift, made all the more precious because we know it will end. The undead I've knows thought themselves superior because of their power but the milestones you speak of are those of life. So I do hope you get to keep it, friend. You help others plenty.

Wise words, for one so young.

You have a surprising depth, Mr. Belmont.

Ah, well. You've caught me sober-ish, that's all.

Is everyone not 'so young' to you?

They are.

I still think of my progeny as being a child, and he is a millennia.

I suppose some things never change.

Perhaps not. But I haven't been a child since I was twelve, honestly. No matter how immature some would claim me to be.

Twelve was rather young, for your era.

( but trevor is a deeply traumatized man, and that trauma comes from somewhere. godric is too old not to have an idea — and for a moment he debates not asking. but trevor is mentioning the matter while, presumably, semi-sober. ergo — )

What happened?

[ Perhaps it's because Trevor is semi-sober that the answer takes longer to come. But it does. ]

I believe I first introduced myself as the last son of the House of Belmont? Those who fought against the darkness to protect mankind.

Twelve was the age at which I became the last Belmont.

A difficult thing to bear at any age. I am sorry.

It might have been easier, if we'd been what they accused us to be. Wielders of dark magics, harbingers of evil, a danger to Wallachia rather than her sworn protectors. I was dragged from the ancestral home to watch it burn. Exiled, excommunicated, beaten and chased out anywhere they recognized my crest.

Things were rather shit for a long time. Perhaps you can see why losing my purpose again is cause for the aforementioned existential crisis.

...would you care for a drink, Godric? I think I could use a drink.

Very well.

Meet me at Red Wings in twenty minutes.

Very decisive of you. I'll be there.

[ And he is; there isn't much that Trevor spends his money on, usually drinking back at the Safehouse, so he can afford a splurge. He intends to treat Godric, at least, since it was his invitation and miserable backstory.

He's already at the bar when Godric arrives, with an ale to start with. When he spots the ex-vampire he raises a hand in greeting. ]

Godric. Good to see you again.

[ Then something occurs to him. He knows Godric is ancient, of course, but he does appear young. Younger than Trevor, who's a rough twenty that insisted on his identification showing him as of drinking age. ]

...a random curiosity, but what age does your identification say you are?

( he joins trevor at his table without much preamble, and as he sits — )

Eighteen. I wouldn't have chosen it for myself, but it hasn't given me considerable difficulty.

I suppose an age over two thousand would have raised some eyebrows. At least you can get in here.

[ He signals for a server to come by when they're free, to get Godric something. ]

Ah, what am I saying? They probably don't even check, with how you carry yourself.

( that does inspire something of a laugh, a brief huff of sound accompanied by an upward quirk of his mouth. )

No. Even back home, no one ever tried to ask for my driver's licence when it was not my intent to come across as young. I can pretend it well enough, but it is not my preference.

( but there were times when it was advantageous. )

Don't tell them I'm not legal either, not in this time and place.

[ His tone is flippant -- clearly the restrictions are bullshit to him. ]

What would you like?

( he turns towards the bar and studies it curiously. beer, of course, was the beverage of choice for his people. water was not often potable but liquor always was, and it was common to have beer with every meal. romans drank wine for similar reasons. godric has sampled liquor throughout the centuries by way of drunken victims, but he has not given especial thought to the concept of drinking now that he is human once more.

nothing he sees catches his interest overmuch, and so he shrugs. )

Your secrets are safe with me, Mr. Belmont. In the meantime, why don't you endeavor to surprise me?

Trevor, please. You know my tragic backstory now, I think we're on a first name basis.

[ He tilts his head at the request for a surprise, a slow smile curving his lips. There are many options, Godric, that challenge even his tolerance and palate. ]

Hmm. How much do you want to enjoy tonight now vs regret it come morning?

Trevor, then.

( there's mischief afoot, and godric regards trevor levelly enough. )

I prefer to live my life without regret, thank you. Perhaps don't test the limits of a mortal metabolism just yet.

Ruin my fun, why don't you? I think I know one you'll like.

[ When the server comes by Trevor orders Godric a beer as well, but a spiced wheat ale he's fairly certain is inspired by the Celtic recipes where they added herbs.

Look, when you drink as much as Trevor does, you pick a few things up. ]

Your liver will survive, I promise.

( he is still adapting to the idea that scent can be but a precursor to taste. humans have a smell to them — he could tell blood type by sweat, most times. but this is an altogether different experience.

this smells familiar. not unlike something he may have been served at home, and almost involuntarily his fingers curl around the mug. it's so small a thing, but it tells him that trevor has been paying attention. it's.

thoughtful.

hm. )

No doubt. And what of yours? I assume you've sampled the future's wares at length, to know what an ancient Celt may favor.

( that subtle call-out tho. )

Just an ale, for now. None of the beers here are quite as strong as I'm used to but yes, I've sampled many things. The liquors run the gamut if you're feeling curious later.

[ Trevor knows he's a drunk, it's fine. Well, it's not, but he doesn't particularly care what people think, either. ]

Steer clear of tequila unless you're willing to endure a headache, is one thing I've learned. I've a friend with a taste for the stuff and oof. Granted we did finish off a bottle.

I like to think I have rather more restraint than that, Mr. Belmont.

( he has no real desire to become drunk. he has lived too long to find curiosity in such a state. )

But I am sorry for your hangover, such that it was.

I'm sure you do, Mr Northman.

[ Trevor... likes to think he does, and is choosing to drink, but he's been called an alcoholic a few times since being here which seems to imply actual addiction. He hums at his glass. ]

It wasn't the worst I've ever had, but I'd still spare you from it. Have you ever even had one, yourself?

( he lifts one shoulder in something like a shrug. it looks like a very... young gesture on him. )

I suppose it's possible I experienced such a thing in Rome, but I recall so little of my mortal life I cannot know for certain.

[ The gesture does look out of place on Godric, but what he says brings up a different topic. Trevor leans over the table to address him. ]

There's a question. Do you think you forgot because you wanted to, or is the mind a finite thing, only able to hold so much of one's memory? I've never had a chance to ask someone as old as yourself.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject