[It's impossible to say no. Not to that request, not to the emotion it betrays either. This never happens, this is something to grab onto and hold close until the moment passes. If it passes. (It will, but Alucard hopes in spite of that fact.
There's a gentle nudge at the side of Trevor's head, Alucard's mouth just above his ear.]
[ Maybe it's worry that brought this about - he has been worried for Alucard all day. Maybe it's the leftovers of the head injury, and finally (somewhat too late) being willing to just allow himself to be cared for. Maybe it simply is just a rare mood, something brought upon by nothing but whim. Whatever it is, he knows in the back of his mind how unusual it is to just be content. Nothing but content. And he'd like to get the most of it while it lasts. ]
Mmm. Don't want to.
[ It's stupid and it's childish and he doesn't care. But he does want them both to be closer to Sypha, regardless of the season and how warm she always is. She'll know, even in her sleep, and she'll grab and latch on to him and not let go and Alucard won't let go either and that all sounds wonderful right now. Not just wonderful. Needed. Desperately, desperately needed. ]
Fine.
[ And he moves, taking his own weight again, just far enough away so that Alucard can get up and not letting go of his hand. ]
[It takes a few moments for standing up to happen. Alucard's just fine with that fact, even if it means he has to loosen his grip on Trevor in hope that the man will stand the hell up. Eventually that does happen, and when it does, Alucard rises slowly.
They're all bursting from stress, aren't they? He knows he is, even if there has been some tentative peace made with the fact three was something of a family matter now too. It's the rest that weighs it all down. It's the rest that makes him glad for tonight.
That hand in his is the lightest thing in the world. He doesn't let go, not until he's next to Sypha and Alucard must, must let go for the briefest of moments so that he can lay down. It is summer, and so the fire is to embers, and Sypha will latch on for the coolness of Alucard's skin.
He'll take that too. But for the moment, he nods at Trevor, then opens both his arms.]
[ The only reason he doesn't just let himself tumble down on top of Alucard is that it would almost certainly wake Sypha. Instead he crouches down next to him and just flops gracelessly the rest of the way into his arms.
He'd thought the novelty of it would fade after a few months, of being safe and loved. Worse, that it might become like the drink, something that he'd end up destroying himself to chase. Neither have happened. It's just- just safe, and soft and perfect. He settles his head in the crook of Alucard's neck, one arm over his chest to reach for Sypha and stroke her cheek. ]
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There's a gentle nudge at the side of Trevor's head, Alucard's mouth just above his ear.]
You have to move for that to happen, you know.
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Mmm. Don't want to.
[ It's stupid and it's childish and he doesn't care. But he does want them both to be closer to Sypha, regardless of the season and how warm she always is. She'll know, even in her sleep, and she'll grab and latch on to him and not let go and Alucard won't let go either and that all sounds wonderful right now. Not just wonderful. Needed. Desperately, desperately needed. ]
Fine.
[ And he moves, taking his own weight again, just far enough away so that Alucard can get up and not letting go of his hand. ]
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They're all bursting from stress, aren't they? He knows he is, even if there has been some tentative peace made with the fact three was something of a family matter now too. It's the rest that weighs it all down. It's the rest that makes him glad for tonight.
That hand in his is the lightest thing in the world. He doesn't let go, not until he's next to Sypha and Alucard must, must let go for the briefest of moments so that he can lay down. It is summer, and so the fire is to embers, and Sypha will latch on for the coolness of Alucard's skin.
He'll take that too. But for the moment, he nods at Trevor, then opens both his arms.]
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He'd thought the novelty of it would fade after a few months, of being safe and loved. Worse, that it might become like the drink, something that he'd end up destroying himself to chase. Neither have happened. It's just- just safe, and soft and perfect. He settles his head in the crook of Alucard's neck, one arm over his chest to reach for Sypha and stroke her cheek. ]
Better.