[Having her latched on like this, well. Walk or float. He decides to walk, because to float would drain energy that Alucard doesn't feel he has. Not really. They'd just crash on the stairs and this morning would end on a truly sour note indeed. So he makes sure to hold onto Sypha tightly, soft noises following every kiss.]
The exterior matches the interior then.
[There's no hiding that, there's only naming it for what it is as they go up the stairs. (The house has a lot of those, and hidden compartments, and it's far too easy to get lost if you don't live there.)]
So long as it endures until a return.
[Which is what this is, in the end. An endurance run.
His room. Their room. The one with more windows than any other bedroom in the house, bookshelf featuring his personal collections, too small dresser that he ought to just get rid of, bed that was never quite meant for two that has become one now. Sypha's placed down on it gently.]
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The exterior matches the interior then.
[There's no hiding that, there's only naming it for what it is as they go up the stairs. (The house has a lot of those, and hidden compartments, and it's far too easy to get lost if you don't live there.)]
So long as it endures until a return.
[Which is what this is, in the end. An endurance run.
His room. Their room. The one with more windows than any other bedroom in the house, bookshelf featuring his personal collections, too small dresser that he ought to just get rid of, bed that was never quite meant for two that has become one now. Sypha's placed down on it gently.]