( 'well' is relative. he is healthy and, save for the knife wound he sustained in the alley fight prior to angela's intervention, unharmed. being human is another story, and one he would prefer not divulge over the implants. for what it is worth, he still very much prefers face to face engagements. )
I'd say I can't complain, but I can always complain. Even if I'm well enough.
[ Trevor's not a fan of communicating over the implants, either, especially about things such as Godric's nature. This was just to get ahold of him. So he employs about as much subtlety as he can manage. ]
I was wondering if you required anything of me yet.
( he's amused, though perhaps it is difficult to discern via text. he does like trevor considerably, though he is curious to see how the state of their engagement will change now by needs due to his... transformation. )
No. I do not think I will be needing such services again. Would you care to meet to discuss the matter?
I have an apartment, if the distance would not trouble you.
( he sends a location ping. it's one of the high towers, glass and steel, and his apartment is near to the top. business acumen and savvy do not cease being relevant simply because five hundred years have passed in the interim. )
[ Trevor isn't familiar enough with the area indicated to realize just how nice the place is until he arrives and identifies the building. It's one of the tallest residential towers around, and he feels very out of place just walking in and asking after Godric's apartment. The elevator is one of those that opens on both sides to private foyers, and Trevor steps out and knocks on the door before him with a sense of awe at how high up they must be. He's never been at the top of any structure this tall and the view is sure to be magnificent. ]
( the door is unlocked, and godric simply sends him a text that says enter rather than calling out audibly across the expanse of the room.
he is seated at the kitchen table when trevor enters. there is a tureen of soup that smells like it might be carrots and ginger, and two bowls arranged for company. godric does not stand when trevor enters the space, but he does incline his head in a nod of greeting. )
[ The text pops up and Trevor, still not used to such things, blinks at it for a moment before shaking his head and chuckling at himself, letting himself into the apartment. Which... is gorgeous. He breathes out, turning slowly to take in the space before spotting Godric at the table with (breathe in) carrot soup? With a tang of something behind it that he can't quite place yet. ]
Mr. Northman. It's quite impressive, I must say. And you... cooked?
[ That's weird, vampire, you know that's weird, right? Except. Even from here Trevor can tell something is different. ]
( hearing the surname of his child in reference to himself suffuses him with warmth and old love — he misses eric, but he is old enough that he carries those he loves alongside him and there is no grief at their absence.
this earth is not the one he knows. otherwise, eric would have already come for him. )
I have found it necessary to learn.
( he is private by nature, but he has learned that admitting to his humanity has cost him nothing. it is not a source of shame, or something he wishes to conceal. it is simply something that has become part of him, and so without preamble — )
The activation of the gates seems to have granted me a great gift. I am human, wholly and entirely.
[ Trevor's brows furrow at that. It's not as if he understands how the Gates work, or their connection to the Displaced -- it seems magical to him, but he's been assured that it's some sort of technology which places it even further out of his understanding -- but that's quite a thing for them to do. To change his species in a blink? And no one has ever come back from being a vampire, that Trevor knows of.
Just as no vampire has ever denied their nature for as long as this one has. Had. Past tense now, wouldn't it be?
He steps forward cautiously, curiously, to get a better look at the other man. ]
( he has yet to tan, but his skin is perhaps less deathly pale, and now holds a living temperature. he breathes by necessity rather than a desire to speak. he still does not seem a teenage boy — none have his composure and poise and the surety of self, but he is unequivocally human.)
I cannot say how or why. I do not believe the others of my kind were affected thusly. This is mine and mine alone.
And you view it as a gift. Again, you prove yourself distinctly different from others of your ki-- former kind.
[ There is one more obvious difference besides the lack of undead pallor -- Godric is breathing. Not simply to speak, but as he sits at the table his chest rises and falls in a rhythm that would be difficult to engineer. Trevor lifts a hand to his mouth in wonder. It would seem the other man is doing quite well with all the changes to consider, and a million questions spin through his head. The first he asks is perhaps the most important to him. ]
Do you feel different? Not physically, but. Yourself.
( he himself has struggled with explaining it. he feels more present. more aware in some ways, less so in others. emotions are sharper, hormones are running riot through a body ill-accustomed to their management. his mastery of self is being tested by struggles every sixteen year old go through.
it is... a curious thing. a welcome one. things he had thought he would never experience, and yet. )
I have found myself grappling with aspects of being human that have not concerned me for thousands of years. But my mind is my own, and my personality is unaffected. I believe I may be more likely to lose my temper now.
( a slight upwards quirk of his lips. that is intended as humor, as trevor is likely aware of how little chance there is of that. )
[ Trevor gives a soft huff of a laugh because yes, he knows how unlikely that still will be. He's endlessly curious about this new development, though, and how Godric is dealing. ]
Which aspects are those? I may be able to offer some insight.
[ He's unfastening his coat, which Godric might notice is new -- nothing fancy, but it's long enough to hit his knees and when he pulls it off to drape over the chair he intends to take, there's something else different. He has a chain whip coiled on his hip, explaining the splurge on new attire. ]
( he does note the jacket, and the weapon at his side. it is a curious thing, and given the man's occupation it seems like as not to be an accouterment of the job.
somewhat wryly, )
I've forgotten more than once that oxygen is a necessity to life.
( please enjoy the mental image of him just taking an enormous gasp of air because breathing is not a matter of muscle memory for him now. )
I felt adrenaline a few days ago for the first time in millennia. I'd forgotten the havoc it wreaks on the body.
Your body seems to have caught on again now, or are you still breathing intentionally? The trick for most people is to not think about it -- much easier that way.
[ Ah, adrenaline. Trevor is very familiar with it, but he doesn't know it by that name. He sits adjacent to Godric, mostly focused on the conversation but part of him is wondering what it means that the other man doesn't deem himself inherently changed by the alteration of his species. ]
It is becoming easier, day by day. The body understands what to do, it is the mind that struggles.
( he gestures a little to the soup tureen, an open offer to help himself should he be interested in food. it seems only fair, after their initial meeting. he cants his head in the interim, trying to ascertain how he should describe adrenaline to a man from a time before its scientific discovery. )
Adrenaline is the name of a hormone that affects the body. It is what is responsible for the bursts of strength and speed you get in a life or death situation. It quickens the blood, aids in faster reactions.
( he lifts his left hand, where a knife has lately been driven through it. he has removed the bandage, but neat sutures are visible where angela put them into the skin. )
[ Trevor smiles quietly, then nods his thanks and leans forward to get himself some soup while Godric explains this 'adrenaline' to him. He's always hungry, honestly. ]
Ah, the hysterical strength of battle... it does come with a rather unpleasant crash, doesn't it? Especially when pain begins to set in.
[ He hisses when he sees the sutures, knowing instinctively that the blade must have gone clean through. It looks well tended, though, and healing healthily. ]
( after trevor serves himself, he takes his share as well. it is an old, old recipe, modified somewhat with the modern ingredients available to him. at the question about his hand, he pauses. )
It is difficult to say. It aches, certainly. I am aware of its existence, and the sensation is one to which I am unaccustomed. But human pain is... ( he is silent a moment. it is not often he struggles so astutely to describe much of anything, and yet — ) It is as if pain travels a different pathway in my body. I am not certain how else to describe it.
[ Interesting, Trevor thinks, lifting the spoon set at his place and stirring the soup before he tries it. ]
Experience leads me to imagine it's worse, as a human. More... urgent, insistent? Vampires in my homeland seem to be able to ignore it far more readily.
[ He takes a spoonful of the soup, curious how Godric's newly-human taste buds are serving him. ]
It is more acute, yes. But my tolerance for pain had cause to be considerable even before my humanity was taken from me.
( it seems in line with what he remembers, for what it is worth. yet he does not think himself an accurate metric of the human experience — he received his tattoos at a young age even by the standards of his people, and did not flinch. )
( he is beyond caring. there was a time and a place his secrets were sacrosanct, but now? he is scarcely attached to them as anything beyond what shaped him. )
I had no shortage of human companions in my nest. Due to the nature of our arrangements, it was often necessary to provide them with food. Cooking interested me for a time, and I received few complaints as to my skill.
Alright... what was the cause? I hope you didn't find yourself mistreated.
[ It's even odds that's the case and Godric doesn't care after so long, or that it's something less fraught. And the explanation about cooking makes a great deal of sense. ]
And now you'll get to benefit from your own abilities.
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Date: 2020-02-20 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-20 10:24 pm (UTC)What of yourself?
( 'well' is relative. he is healthy and, save for the knife wound he sustained in the alley fight prior to angela's intervention, unharmed. being human is another story, and one he would prefer not divulge over the implants. for what it is worth, he still very much prefers face to face engagements. )
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Date: 2020-02-21 06:20 pm (UTC)[ Trevor's not a fan of communicating over the implants, either, especially about things such as Godric's nature. This was just to get ahold of him. So he employs about as much subtlety as he can manage. ]
I was wondering if you required anything of me yet.
[ Hint hint. ]
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Date: 2020-02-22 02:22 am (UTC)( he's amused, though perhaps it is difficult to discern via text. he does like trevor considerably, though he is curious to see how the state of their engagement will change now by needs due to his... transformation. )
No. I do not think I will be needing such services again. Would you care to meet to discuss the matter?
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Date: 2020-02-23 09:10 pm (UTC)[ ...what does that mean? Yes, Trevor would like to discuss this. ]
Indeed, I think that's necessary. Where would you like to meet?
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Date: 2020-02-24 01:59 am (UTC)( he sends a location ping. it's one of the high towers, glass and steel, and his apartment is near to the top. business acumen and savvy do not cease being relevant simply because five hundred years have passed in the interim. )
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Date: 2020-02-24 05:12 am (UTC)[ Trevor isn't familiar enough with the area indicated to realize just how nice the place is until he arrives and identifies the building. It's one of the tallest residential towers around, and he feels very out of place just walking in and asking after Godric's apartment. The elevator is one of those that opens on both sides to private foyers, and Trevor steps out and knocks on the door before him with a sense of awe at how high up they must be. He's never been at the top of any structure this tall and the view is sure to be magnificent. ]
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Date: 2020-02-24 05:29 am (UTC)he is seated at the kitchen table when trevor enters. there is a tureen of soup that smells like it might be carrots and ginger, and two bowls arranged for company. godric does not stand when trevor enters the space, but he does incline his head in a nod of greeting. )
Mr. Belmont. Welcome to my home.
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Date: 2020-02-24 04:40 pm (UTC)Mr. Northman. It's quite impressive, I must say. And you... cooked?
[ That's weird, vampire, you know that's weird, right? Except. Even from here Trevor can tell something is different. ]
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Date: 2020-02-24 04:49 pm (UTC)this earth is not the one he knows. otherwise, eric would have already come for him. )
I have found it necessary to learn.
( he is private by nature, but he has learned that admitting to his humanity has cost him nothing. it is not a source of shame, or something he wishes to conceal. it is simply something that has become part of him, and so without preamble — )
The activation of the gates seems to have granted me a great gift. I am human, wholly and entirely.
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Date: 2020-02-24 04:54 pm (UTC)Just as no vampire has ever denied their nature for as long as this one has. Had. Past tense now, wouldn't it be?
He steps forward cautiously, curiously, to get a better look at the other man. ]
...pardon, Godric?
[ Very eloquent, Trevor. ]
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Date: 2020-02-24 05:01 pm (UTC)( he has yet to tan, but his skin is perhaps less deathly pale, and now holds a living temperature. he breathes by necessity rather than a desire to speak. he still does not seem a teenage boy — none have his composure and poise and the surety of self, but he is unequivocally human. )
I cannot say how or why. I do not believe the others of my kind were affected thusly. This is mine and mine alone.
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Date: 2020-02-24 05:06 pm (UTC)[ There is one more obvious difference besides the lack of undead pallor -- Godric is breathing. Not simply to speak, but as he sits at the table his chest rises and falls in a rhythm that would be difficult to engineer. Trevor lifts a hand to his mouth in wonder. It would seem the other man is doing quite well with all the changes to consider, and a million questions spin through his head. The first he asks is perhaps the most important to him. ]
Do you feel different? Not physically, but. Yourself.
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Date: 2020-02-24 11:03 pm (UTC)( he himself has struggled with explaining it. he feels more present. more aware in some ways, less so in others. emotions are sharper, hormones are running riot through a body ill-accustomed to their management. his mastery of self is being tested by struggles every sixteen year old go through.
it is... a curious thing. a welcome one. things he had thought he would never experience, and yet. )
I have found myself grappling with aspects of being human that have not concerned me for thousands of years. But my mind is my own, and my personality is unaffected. I believe I may be more likely to lose my temper now.
( a slight upwards quirk of his lips. that is intended as humor, as trevor is likely aware of how little chance there is of that. )
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Date: 2020-02-25 05:07 pm (UTC)Which aspects are those? I may be able to offer some insight.
[ He's unfastening his coat, which Godric might notice is new -- nothing fancy, but it's long enough to hit his knees and when he pulls it off to drape over the chair he intends to take, there's something else different. He has a chain whip coiled on his hip, explaining the splurge on new attire. ]
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Date: 2020-02-25 07:03 pm (UTC)somewhat wryly, )
I've forgotten more than once that oxygen is a necessity to life.
( please enjoy the mental image of him just taking an enormous gasp of air because breathing is not a matter of muscle memory for him now. )
I felt adrenaline a few days ago for the first time in millennia. I'd forgotten the havoc it wreaks on the body.
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Date: 2020-02-25 07:56 pm (UTC)[ Ah, adrenaline. Trevor is very familiar with it, but he doesn't know it by that name. He sits adjacent to Godric, mostly focused on the conversation but part of him is wondering what it means that the other man doesn't deem himself inherently changed by the alteration of his species. ]
What's that now, wreaking havoc?
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Date: 2020-02-26 02:20 am (UTC)( he gestures a little to the soup tureen, an open offer to help himself should he be interested in food. it seems only fair, after their initial meeting. he cants his head in the interim, trying to ascertain how he should describe adrenaline to a man from a time before its scientific discovery. )
Adrenaline is the name of a hormone that affects the body. It is what is responsible for the bursts of strength and speed you get in a life or death situation. It quickens the blood, aids in faster reactions.
( he lifts his left hand, where a knife has lately been driven through it. he has removed the bandage, but neat sutures are visible where angela put them into the skin. )
As you can see, not fast enough.
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Date: 2020-02-26 02:37 am (UTC)[ Trevor smiles quietly, then nods his thanks and leans forward to get himself some soup while Godric explains this 'adrenaline' to him. He's always hungry, honestly. ]
Ah, the hysterical strength of battle... it does come with a rather unpleasant crash, doesn't it? Especially when pain begins to set in.
[ He hisses when he sees the sutures, knowing instinctively that the blade must have gone clean through. It looks well tended, though, and healing healthily. ]
Does that hurt you now?
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Date: 2020-02-26 02:46 am (UTC)It is difficult to say. It aches, certainly. I am aware of its existence, and the sensation is one to which I am unaccustomed. But human pain is... ( he is silent a moment. it is not often he struggles so astutely to describe much of anything, and yet — ) It is as if pain travels a different pathway in my body. I am not certain how else to describe it.
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Date: 2020-02-26 02:51 am (UTC)Experience leads me to imagine it's worse, as a human. More... urgent, insistent? Vampires in my homeland seem to be able to ignore it far more readily.
[ He takes a spoonful of the soup, curious how Godric's newly-human taste buds are serving him. ]
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Date: 2020-02-26 04:46 am (UTC)( it seems in line with what he remembers, for what it is worth. yet he does not think himself an accurate metric of the human experience — he received his tattoos at a young age even by the standards of his people, and did not flinch. )
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Date: 2020-02-26 05:52 pm (UTC)[ ...this soup is really very good, though, Trevor is impressed and it shows on his face. ]
What you will have to tell me are your cooking secrets. Human for what, a week, and you're doing better than I've ever managed.
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Date: 2020-02-27 03:52 am (UTC)( he is beyond caring. there was a time and a place his secrets were sacrosanct, but now? he is scarcely attached to them as anything beyond what shaped him. )
I had no shortage of human companions in my nest. Due to the nature of our arrangements, it was often necessary to provide them with food. Cooking interested me for a time, and I received few complaints as to my skill.
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Date: 2020-03-03 05:52 am (UTC)[ It's even odds that's the case and Godric doesn't care after so long, or that it's something less fraught. And the explanation about cooking makes a great deal of sense. ]
And now you'll get to benefit from your own abilities.
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