🌊 le déluge

[familycrest]

● WHO: trevor belmont (familycrest), bobbi morse (covertness) + various
● WHAT: june catch all + event
● WHEN: june
● WHERE: all over
● WARNINGS: sex, aphro, love darts, possibly consentacles, cuddles, will add more as needed

[ fake cut is fake, starters in the comments. hit me up @ abiosis / tona#8599 or via plotting comment if you'd like to do anything with trevor and/or bobbi! ]

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[familycrest]

[ trevor should probably have known better than to venture out, than to trust the fresh air and sprouting vegetation after the rainfall. he should have known better —but he ventures outside of his shelter regardless and while wandering around in search of one of the weird bots to kick ask for food or alternatively some kind of animal that looks like it'll be edible after being grilled, a vine snakes around his wrist.

he notices it a beat too late, the vine already snapping taut, capturing him, and a moment later there's another and then another, binding his wrists and his ankles together, immobilising him. trevor struggles, of course, using every trick in the book and some not even in the book, but to no avail: he's well and truly trapped.

for a while, he just sighs. the plants seem content to keep him where he is, at least, not actively harmful. there may be some muttering about how god shit's in his dinner again, but it isn't until he spots someone else, someone familiar with a very large sword that's surely perfect for cutting through vines, that trevor raises his voice. ]

Uh. A little help, here?

het spijt me ✌️

[vanguarda]

[zack blinks, not expecting to run into anyone on his little venture out in the wild. mostly because he figures that, by now, were there any people who decided to go out would know that they'd be doing it at their own risk—considering how the plants were acting, overall.]

[which is why it's surprising to him, and then he sees his buddy from the other night, trevor.]

Hey!

[he trots on over, the darkening skies allowing for his eyes to glow a little unnaturally, and he's reaching the trapped man diligently, a hand over his shoulder.]

You good? I don't even wanna think how long you've been here.

[but he steps back, no need in being told twice about needing help, and heaves his sword over his head to cut at the vines holding the man in place.]

—watch your step.

alles goed hoor 😘

[familycrest]

Yeah. Hi.

[ trevor's glad to see zack. there's a part of him, stubborn and prideful, that doesn't like that anyone's seeing him this way, but trevor pushes it down. he's grown adept at ignoring it over the years; there's no space for pride or shame in the kind of life he's led. ]

Think my hands are asleep.

[ legs, too, maybe, circulation cut off, so when zack cuts the vines holding him, he stumbles a little, reaching out to steady himself against zack's shoulder.

it's in that moment of distraction that a dart shoots out from one of the flowers growing on the vines, then another. one buries itself deep in the back of trevor's neck. ]

[vanguarda]

[if his hands are asleep then his feet must be, too. zack hears it and expects the man to come stumbling forward, so he makes a point of keeping the buster sword at a distance so that trevor doesn't cut himself on it—and at the same time provide something of a steadying-point for him.]

—mph, right you are.

[bracing himself and using one hand to hold onto trevor's shoulder, from his position it's for zack to notice what's happening behind the man.]

Shit, darts.

[again, and so zack's stance is to put an arm under trevor and help him move out of the way as quickly as possible. there's no point in standing here like idiots, being target practice. a few more darts shoot their way, a few whizzing past them, but a couple sticking to their skin.]

How're those legs of yours?

[because zack doesn't want to know what an extra dose of those will do to them.]

[familycrest]

I'm all right.

[ he's not entirely all right, but he'll get there. he will— if the dart and its effect don't get to him first. with zack's arm beneath him, helping him move, he can. he manages a few steps, stumbling a little but groping at his hip for his whip and managing to pull a few of the darts from the air before they can bury themselves in their skin.

a few of them. not all. ]