[Always that scar. Division and binding. He's grown used to it in the mirror, such as it is. He's had to - it's too big and obvious to not be adjusted to. The flesh still feels, but by and large Alucard has removed the emotional associations from it. It's there. That's all it is, just as an arm or a leg simply is.
Sypha's touches sometimes rekindle the feelings he's drained from it. When she does, it's closer to a reminder of why this house is not as lonely as it could be instead of a cold reminder of fury and abandonment. It's for that first reason he sighs as if all breath has left him when her lips brush against it for the first time.
Where to hold onto her is a question that shifts with so much. For now, one hand rests in her hair, the other on her shoulders, soft as anything. He's there, he has her and she has him. There is no happier place than this, not as she trails kisses over his chest just as he did to hers minutes ago.]
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Sypha's touches sometimes rekindle the feelings he's drained from it. When she does, it's closer to a reminder of why this house is not as lonely as it could be instead of a cold reminder of fury and abandonment. It's for that first reason he sighs as if all breath has left him when her lips brush against it for the first time.
Where to hold onto her is a question that shifts with so much. For now, one hand rests in her hair, the other on her shoulders, soft as anything. He's there, he has her and she has him. There is no happier place than this, not as she trails kisses over his chest just as he did to hers minutes ago.]