This is about as much artifice as I can stand at the moment. If we need coffee, we just go get what we need.
[It is all artifice. What they both wear, how they have to move tonight, what thin polite things Alucard must say when barely felt condolences are offered. (A handful of vampires actually meant them at the wake. Everything else was politic. He and his father both knew it, and he and his father both barely contained their contempt for every lie uttered.)
Only a few more minutes now. They'll kiss when this is done. All he can do is rest his forehead on Sypha's shoulder.]
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[It is all artifice. What they both wear, how they have to move tonight, what thin polite things Alucard must say when barely felt condolences are offered. (A handful of vampires actually meant them at the wake. Everything else was politic. He and his father both knew it, and he and his father both barely contained their contempt for every lie uttered.)
Only a few more minutes now. They'll kiss when this is done. All he can do is rest his forehead on Sypha's shoulder.]