[They're contrasting again, aren't they? Alucard's clung to Sypha so fiercely but there's almost nothing out of place. Her shirt's untucked, her hair is a little more mussed than it was before. That's it. Wheras she's undone so much of him already (that's something else to unpack). He knows what he must look like, all undone because the tension of the night has finally snapped.
He's breathless when she pulls away. Just looks at him, and there's not an ounce of shame in letting her witness everything that's truly happening in his head. He is tired, he is scared, he is so glad for her, for this moment, and he wants to hold onto that moment for as long as he can now.
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He's breathless when she pulls away. Just looks at him, and there's not an ounce of shame in letting her witness everything that's truly happening in his head. He is tired, he is scared, he is so glad for her, for this moment, and he wants to hold onto that moment for as long as he can now.
At her judgement, there's a breathless laugh.]
You're the expert on when I look my best.