[The house always takes on a different character when one of them is missing from it. Sypha assumes that's true for when she's not present in it, also, though of course she would have no experience with it firsthand. But it's different when it's two and not three; when Alucard is absent, things always feel a little reckless and forbidden — playing in a house while its master is away — and when Trevor is gone, things turn lazy and whimsical without his grounding presence to reel them in.
She is, in fact, partly awake when Alucard comes looking for her. Mostly asleep, but conscious enough that when he comes in, she rouses a little and orients on the sound of his voice, even if she doesn't quite manage to get her eyes open yet. It's warm by the fire, but more importantly she likes the flicker of the flames, the way that they move and shift and make the firewood embers glow. It's always easier to think, somehow, when she's watching the fire. It's soothing, but more importantly it seems to spur on her intuition, unlocking flights of fancy that leap from one topic to the next with little to no foundation in between, crashing together thoughts in new and interesting ways that fosters innovation, amidst all the nonsense.
But now: Alucard. Drowsily, she corrals her thoughts and turns them vaguely toward him, finally opening her eyes halfway to focus on the blur of gold and white that is his approach, probably.]
Mmmyes.
[She is practically purring each word, she's so content.]
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She is, in fact, partly awake when Alucard comes looking for her. Mostly asleep, but conscious enough that when he comes in, she rouses a little and orients on the sound of his voice, even if she doesn't quite manage to get her eyes open yet. It's warm by the fire, but more importantly she likes the flicker of the flames, the way that they move and shift and make the firewood embers glow. It's always easier to think, somehow, when she's watching the fire. It's soothing, but more importantly it seems to spur on her intuition, unlocking flights of fancy that leap from one topic to the next with little to no foundation in between, crashing together thoughts in new and interesting ways that fosters innovation, amidst all the nonsense.
But now: Alucard. Drowsily, she corrals her thoughts and turns them vaguely toward him, finally opening her eyes halfway to focus on the blur of gold and white that is his approach, probably.]
Mmmyes.
[She is practically purring each word, she's so content.]
Hello.