So you don't want to see me in that sort of a dress.
[All of these protests sound very much like reluctance, Mr. Blushy Red-Cheeks.]
I don't think the point of them is to be comfortable, anyway. Certainly not to fight in, or travel in, or...do anything very useful in. You only ever see them in portraits because I think sitting still is about the only thing they're good for.
[All things considered she could make the educated guess that she probably won't like it, but...well. They're taking time off from adventuring for themselves, anyway, and it couldn't hurt. And it might be a nice distraction for Alucard. And even if the actuality doesn't pan out in the long run, maybe just the fantasy of it is worth it all in itself. Like telling bedtime stories. Like being romantic just for the sake of being romantic.]
If it's not too much trouble.
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Besides, then you'll have more of your shirts back!
[There will be fabric ordered that is custom and probably too rich for any of them, and then there's the actual work of construction, but if the fabric is worth it's salt it can be made into something warm even if Sypha hates the whole thing. A coat or robe for dealing with the draftier parts of the castle, or just something more luxurious for loafing around.
The hand on Sypha's back tugs at the offending shirt.]
[Because she's wearing it right now. It is also the only thing she's wearing right now, aside from the blanket, and she's absolutely certain he knows that also.]
[In a better mood, he'd quite literally pounce on this opportunity. But the past hour and change have been nothing but an emotional roller coaster, and he's only just disembarking from the ride.]
[Not just about the shirt. She says it like a benediction, you should be happy, as though vowing to make it so and daring the world to defy her, if it's fool enough to try.]
Stay close to me, my heart, so that I can always keep you warm.
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[All of these protests sound very much like reluctance, Mr. Blushy Red-Cheeks.]
I don't think the point of them is to be comfortable, anyway. Certainly not to fight in, or travel in, or...do anything very useful in. You only ever see them in portraits because I think sitting still is about the only thing they're good for.
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[He's just thinking ahead!]
If...if you really like, I could try and see what I can do.
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[All things considered she could make the educated guess that she probably won't like it, but...well. They're taking time off from adventuring for themselves, anyway, and it couldn't hurt. And it might be a nice distraction for Alucard. And even if the actuality doesn't pan out in the long run, maybe just the fantasy of it is worth it all in itself. Like telling bedtime stories. Like being romantic just for the sake of being romantic.]
If it's not too much trouble.
[...]
Besides, then you'll have more of your shirts back!
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[There will be fabric ordered that is custom and probably too rich for any of them, and then there's the actual work of construction, but if the fabric is worth it's salt it can be made into something warm even if Sypha hates the whole thing. A coat or robe for dealing with the draftier parts of the castle, or just something more luxurious for loafing around.
The hand on Sypha's back tugs at the offending shirt.]
And yes, I'd quite like them back too.
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[Because she's wearing it right now. It is also the only thing she's wearing right now, aside from the blanket, and she's absolutely certain he knows that also.]
Alucard...
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[In a better mood, he'd quite literally pounce on this opportunity. But the past hour and change have been nothing but an emotional roller coaster, and he's only just disembarking from the ride.]
Happier like this.
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[Not just about the shirt. She says it like a benediction, you should be happy, as though vowing to make it so and daring the world to defy her, if it's fool enough to try.]
Stay close to me, my heart, so that I can always keep you warm.