[The coffee is done. He reaches for toast first, because he doesn't have to do much to it. Eggs, sausage, that requires utensils. A few more moments like this.
He sighs. It is happy, for the most part. That well of sadness, it bubbles up. But it does not overflow. There's something murmured. Hearthfire again, sincere and whispered and too quiet for anyone else to ever overhear.
There are days Alucard thinks of what is deserved and not. It cannot be helped, it is a natural thought to anyone.
He breathes out.]
I love you for that. More than I can find words for.
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[The coffee is done. He reaches for toast first, because he doesn't have to do much to it. Eggs, sausage, that requires utensils. A few more moments like this.
He sighs. It is happy, for the most part. That well of sadness, it bubbles up. But it does not overflow. There's something murmured. Hearthfire again, sincere and whispered and too quiet for anyone else to ever overhear.
There are days Alucard thinks of what is deserved and not. It cannot be helped, it is a natural thought to anyone.
He breathes out.]
I love you for that. More than I can find words for.