[Hand in hand, rather than arm and arm. He wants that warm weight in his palm, and it's easy to slip into their host's house. Midnight is the height of revels, and while the house itself is not without guests, the change in density is noticeable.
There is a drawing room that has no one else at all in it, full of the overly plush sort of sofas that were fashionable a decade ago. Perfect, and Alucard does not sit until the other two do. Sypha needs room to take off her shoes, Trevor's already stretched out, and so Alcard's in the corner until Sypha settles on where she wants to be.
The doors aren't closed, but there is such a blessed softness to the noise. Gentle conversation drifting in. Music muted. And for a glorious moment, just the three of them.]
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There is a drawing room that has no one else at all in it, full of the overly plush sort of sofas that were fashionable a decade ago. Perfect, and Alucard does not sit until the other two do. Sypha needs room to take off her shoes, Trevor's already stretched out, and so Alcard's in the corner until Sypha settles on where she wants to be.
The doors aren't closed, but there is such a blessed softness to the noise. Gentle conversation drifting in. Music muted. And for a glorious moment, just the three of them.]