[Very perfect. Alucard's laugh is more like a whisper on the breeze at those declarations, but the sound is there and he can do nothing more than whisk her off to their bed to ensure she's comfy and snug and can rest far more comfortably than she ever would on the couch.
(He leaves her there alone for a few minutes. Just enough time to see to the fire. Then he is in bed, both arms around her, pulling her nearly atop him, and resting.)
An early night. A late morning, because the world is cold and quiet still, and while snow does not happen so far south, the feeling of it can take hold from time to time. The sense that there is a warm blanket muting the world.
He isn't up until ten in the morning. Alucard stirs only slightly, eyes going to the clock that rests on one of the nightstands that flank the bed. There's a soft sigh, then he looks to see if Sypha's awakened before him.]
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(He leaves her there alone for a few minutes. Just enough time to see to the fire. Then he is in bed, both arms around her, pulling her nearly atop him, and resting.)
An early night. A late morning, because the world is cold and quiet still, and while snow does not happen so far south, the feeling of it can take hold from time to time. The sense that there is a warm blanket muting the world.
He isn't up until ten in the morning. Alucard stirs only slightly, eyes going to the clock that rests on one of the nightstands that flank the bed. There's a soft sigh, then he looks to see if Sypha's awakened before him.]