[Sypha is in the bed already, reading there rather than near Alucard because he's trying to keep at least some parts of the wedding a surprise. His own clothes, specifically, and some of the finer details of Sypha's dress can at least be kept secreted away until the next fitting. It's rather silly, all things considered, but it means something to him. The plans are known in general but some specifics are worth playing close to the chest.
When Trevor returns, the embroidery gets put aside. Folded neatly, then tucked under one of the pillows in a terrible attempt to hide it from prying eyes. It isn't much protection, but it is something. Alucard makes his way over to the side of the bed that Trevor is on (Sypha is still in the middle), and seats himself at the edge.
Working again. He smells cleaner than work usually makes him smell. Alucard puts a gentle hand on Trevor's side, and for a few moments, says nothing at all. They're still not a year out from the turning, and feeling the motions of breath is still a sacred thing some nights.
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When Trevor returns, the embroidery gets put aside. Folded neatly, then tucked under one of the pillows in a terrible attempt to hide it from prying eyes. It isn't much protection, but it is something. Alucard makes his way over to the side of the bed that Trevor is on (Sypha is still in the middle), and seats himself at the edge.
Working again. He smells cleaner than work usually makes him smell. Alucard puts a gentle hand on Trevor's side, and for a few moments, says nothing at all. They're still not a year out from the turning, and feeling the motions of breath is still a sacred thing some nights.
Like tonight.]
Long day?
[They can't be in bed for this.]