[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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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.