||[Oct. 12th, 2003|11:15 am]
Just rambling about Williams and Trevor. Un edited, and oddly repetitive in sentence structure.|
Williams talked about Trevor like he was a lover. Williams talked about Trevor like he was his final hope. Williams talked about Trevor like he was lost forever.
Trevor swore he'd never leave him.
Williams was four when he met Trevor. Gerrioth had mentioned Trevor before in that awkward bumbling way of his. Williams knew that Trevor was Gerrioth's son just like he knew that he wasn't Gerrioth's son. He knew that Gerrioth loved Trevor, and didn't and, he thought, couldn't love him.
That was before he met Trevor. Trevor's mother had died from the fever, and Trevor had been sickly with it, but survived. When Gerrioth showed up carrying Trevor, Williams ran out to see who this Trevor was.
He saw a small blond haired boy with the sunshine turning his hair to a halo. Trevor was a smallish three year old at this point, and Williams was four. Williams decided that there was only one solution with his new brother. He was going to protect Trevor. No matter what.
Trevor loved everyone. He'd squirm into Williams' bed when he had a nightmare, and he'd share cookies with Williams with an infectious grin. They spun elaborate plans for hiding during parties with trays of sweets and cookies under the tables. They said that when they were grown up, they'd hide under the tables and munch on the food while everyone else had to dance.
Williams tried to teach Trevor everything he knew, and Trevor absorbed knowledge. Trevor wasn't a fast learner, but he had the charm and charisma to make up for it. Once Trevor understood something, he was deadly in a debate. Williams quickly learned that Trevor was very good at pretending not to understand something and then striking with a well placed barb.
And then Yonathen happened.
Trevor's big blue eyes, Trevor's loyalty, Trevor's smiles - all of that was helpless against Williams. Williams was ordered by Yonathen to push Trevor away, and he did.
Trevor didn't understand. He never really suspected that Yonathen was controlling Williams. Williams could guess why. Trevor thought that Williams was a pillar of strength. Trevor believed Gerrioth when Gerrioth said that people change.
Kage was told to hate Trevor. He was told to call Trevor, "Trevvie." Trevor hated the nickname, but never got angry enough to fight him. Trevor was always forgiving like that. The only reasonable reason, in Kage's mind, was that Trevor was weak. Kage built himself up with the reasoning that Trevor was weak and he was strong and Yonathen was stronger. It was only right that he threaten Trevor. He was being loyal to his master, he was making Trevor see the truth, and he was certain he was right.
Kage was very good at lying to himself, really.
Once Williams was free, Williams thought that Trevor would reject him. Kage was terrified that Trevor would try to kill him. Kage was always uncomfortable around Trevor. There was something about Trevor's innocence and trust that made Kage feel like he was the dark stranger at the door.
Trevor just smiled and touched his hand and said, "I'll never leave you." And that was that. No anger. No blame. Just . . . Trevor.
There were days that Williams couldn't believe how lucky he was.