[Sypha does her best for him, for this. There are some burdens that it's simply beyond her ability to ease — she can't very well lift the weight of playing patriarch to the city's supernatural element, and she can't make the rumors and gossip that plague him go away. But she can support him as best she can, at these over-the-top affairs, whether by darting in for a quick rescue at an opportune moment, or by gathering information in her own right from creatures who'll loose their lips more easily for a pretty face.
She pulls him away to dance a few times, on Friday, but Friday is more like a marathon with natural stops in-between, and so most of the comfort she extends comes in the moments when they're in transit, when she urges him into the car next to Trevor to rest his head on Trevor's shoulder while she drives, or when she steals a kiss and a touch of the hand before they emerge once again into the glittering lights of the nightlife.
Saturday, however, is a revel, and that takes a different type of preparation. Saturday is about seeing and being seen, and because this one is particularly important, she's turned out in a proper dress — feathered headband, beaded fringe, and even heels that will assuredly leave her feet bruised and sore in the morning. But it's a look that's carefully orchestrated, aiming to strike a balance with Trevor; her dress comes in complementary hues to the suit they'd only just barely managed to wrangle Trevor into, and that's wholly intentional, to make for a single pleasing glance when they walk in together on each of Alucard's arms.
It also means that they look like bookends together, which suits just as well. And when Alucard bids them goodbye for the moment, Sypha is quick to tug Trevor straight for the dance floor at first, determined to get in one before the drinking starts to unfold — and not least of which because there's no better or subtler calling card for Alucard's arrival than people catching sight of his two humans tripping the light fantastic across the floor.]
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She pulls him away to dance a few times, on Friday, but Friday is more like a marathon with natural stops in-between, and so most of the comfort she extends comes in the moments when they're in transit, when she urges him into the car next to Trevor to rest his head on Trevor's shoulder while she drives, or when she steals a kiss and a touch of the hand before they emerge once again into the glittering lights of the nightlife.
Saturday, however, is a revel, and that takes a different type of preparation. Saturday is about seeing and being seen, and because this one is particularly important, she's turned out in a proper dress — feathered headband, beaded fringe, and even heels that will assuredly leave her feet bruised and sore in the morning. But it's a look that's carefully orchestrated, aiming to strike a balance with Trevor; her dress comes in complementary hues to the suit they'd only just barely managed to wrangle Trevor into, and that's wholly intentional, to make for a single pleasing glance when they walk in together on each of Alucard's arms.
It also means that they look like bookends together, which suits just as well. And when Alucard bids them goodbye for the moment, Sypha is quick to tug Trevor straight for the dance floor at first, determined to get in one before the drinking starts to unfold — and not least of which because there's no better or subtler calling card for Alucard's arrival than people catching sight of his two humans tripping the light fantastic across the floor.]