[Oh. Oh, right, his arm. Not just for hugging, but for — aha. This is absolutely stupid and ridiculous and fantastical and true, she wouldn't want to do this every day, but just this once, and just for fun? Amazing.
So she takes his arm, a little too delicately at first because she's imitating pictures and emulating stories, but quickly discovers she's got to be a little more solid than that and readjusts.]
[He tries not to laugh at that um. Manages, even, although his smile flickers closer to a laugh for just that moment. This isn't terribly over the top to him, but...well, the rest is the important part.
Alcuard moves them both over to the sofa, careful as anything, because it is clear that Sypha's adjusting and he'll not rush that forward.]
I think it's more interesting if I'm not. If I'm just myself.
Just yourself is the best of all. Then I am just me, too.
[She's also getting better at moving around with every step, having discovered that smaller, quicker steps are more conducive to keeping her skirt from going everywhere than a long stride that would risk kicking it around and tangling it.]
[He sits first. It's only because there is a sneaking suspicion that if walking is a learning experience, then sitting? Sitting is about to be an adventure, and he wants the most comfort possible before this conversation continues.]
[And thus Sypha learns firsthand through trial and error, the necessary art of "how to get a skirt tucked so you can bend at the knees and sit on a thing", which possibly crumples it in the back once or twice before she susses it out, but at least in short order, she's seated.]
This is so complicated! But I suppose that's what I get for choosing the fancy one...
[Alucard has the good grace not to laugh at any of this. But he doesn't stop smiling, and he does offer his arm once or twice when he feels it's needed.]
You...really did pick the most ornate one, didn't you?
[She says, as she leans into him and figures out how to get her legs up onto the sofa, bent at the knees and still blanketed under her skirt so she's curled catlike against him, and almost certainly draws attention to it specifically so that now he'll be trapped thinking about it this whole time.]
[But he would dare to kiss the top of her head several times over, both arms wrapping around her waist gently. A few moments of gentle quiet.
Fuck. She's beautiful like this. Always has been. Always will be. But being curled up like this feels like the first time they found themselves like this in the library, and that second first time feeling never happens.
[He's got his arms around her, yes, but hers are free, and with the way she's angled into him, it's not at all difficult to shift her arm around and lightly walk her index and middle fingers up his chest.]
[That's unfair, Sypha. But he kisses the top of her head to re-center, and then keeps going.]
There's little point in assuming that the way things are will change between the three of us. [They've been rocky steady as anything since the two came back to the castle for the very first time.] And if we did not live outside of any law of our own, I would worry about the feasibility of anything I am about to say, for no church or court would grant us this one thing.
[He's gentle as he keeps speaking. Confident, but only just so.]
I'd like to solemnize what is already here. If only between us three. If only for our own pleasure and joy of it. I cannot do that without the two of you in agreement.
[That is a lot of roundabout words to sift through and reorganize in order to more clearly see the meaning in the midst of them, but fortunately she is a Speaker and words are what she Does and so it's sooner rather than later that the recognition sinks in.]
...Alucard.
[That's worthy of lifting her head up to look him in the eyes.]
Did you trick me into a fancy dress just so that I would look nice when you asked me to marry you?
Are you getting anxious because I have not answered you yet?
[Okay, okay, enough is enough.]
I love you. There is nothing in the world that makes me happier than when I am with you, and with Trevor. I don't care, either, if the church or the courts or if anyone else even knows. I just know I want you to smile at me like that, forever.
[She reaches up, brushing her fingers along the line of his jaw, the way she knows he likes.]
[What else is there to do then? Kiss the fingers that brush along his jawline. Then Sypha's hand in full, and then her lips, because there are no more words needed. For all he cares, whatever they decide to do to make this official could be done now, and he'd be as happy for those words as any other vow made.
Yes.
He never doubted. But the words are still lovely to hear.]
[No interventions. Just sitting here and listening to this with absolute delight because all that's going through Alucard's head (beyond what this evening shall be like) is my wife.]
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[Oh. Oh, right, his arm. Not just for hugging, but for — aha. This is absolutely stupid and ridiculous and fantastical and true, she wouldn't want to do this every day, but just this once, and just for fun? Amazing.
So she takes his arm, a little too delicately at first because she's imitating pictures and emulating stories, but quickly discovers she's got to be a little more solid than that and readjusts.]
There. Does this make you my handsome prince?
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Alcuard moves them both over to the sofa, careful as anything, because it is clear that Sypha's adjusting and he'll not rush that forward.]
I think it's more interesting if I'm not. If I'm just myself.
[That smile is still there.]
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[She's also getting better at moving around with every step, having discovered that smaller, quicker steps are more conducive to keeping her skirt from going everywhere than a long stride that would risk kicking it around and tangling it.]
...Still handsome, though.
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[He sits first. It's only because there is a sneaking suspicion that if walking is a learning experience, then sitting? Sitting is about to be an adventure, and he wants the most comfort possible before this conversation continues.]
Come here.
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[Be careful, Alucard. Don't tempt her; every part of her expression suggests that she'll absolutely do it.]
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Let's try getting comfortable first, hm?
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[And thus Sypha learns firsthand through trial and error, the necessary art of "how to get a skirt tucked so you can bend at the knees and sit on a thing", which possibly crumples it in the back once or twice before she susses it out, but at least in short order, she's seated.]
This is so complicated! But I suppose that's what I get for choosing the fancy one...
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You...really did pick the most ornate one, didn't you?
[Well, all the better for it, he supposes.]
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[Since it took the most work, presumably.]
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[God, he's practically glowing. And trying not to rush things along, but oh. Oh he wants to rush headlong into this.
Alucard knows restraint though. So for the time being all he does is wrap an arm around Sypha's shoulder and pulls her closer.]
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[She says, as she leans into him and figures out how to get her legs up onto the sofa, bent at the knees and still blanketed under her skirt so she's curled catlike against him, and almost certainly draws attention to it specifically so that now he'll be trapped thinking about it this whole time.]
This is very nice. I like this.
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[But he would dare to kiss the top of her head several times over, both arms wrapping around her waist gently. A few moments of gentle quiet.
Fuck. She's beautiful like this. Always has been. Always will be. But being curled up like this feels like the first time they found themselves like this in the library, and that second first time feeling never happens.
Now, then.]
I've been thinking.
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[He's got his arms around her, yes, but hers are free, and with the way she's angled into him, it's not at all difficult to shift her arm around and lightly walk her index and middle fingers up his chest.]
And what have you been thinking about?
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[That's unfair, Sypha. But he kisses the top of her head to re-center, and then keeps going.]
There's little point in assuming that the way things are will change between the three of us. [They've been rocky steady as anything since the two came back to the castle for the very first time.] And if we did not live outside of any law of our own, I would worry about the feasibility of anything I am about to say, for no church or court would grant us this one thing.
[He's gentle as he keeps speaking. Confident, but only just so.]
I'd like to solemnize what is already here. If only between us three. If only for our own pleasure and joy of it. I cannot do that without the two of you in agreement.
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[That is a lot of roundabout words to sift through and reorganize in order to more clearly see the meaning in the midst of them, but fortunately she is a Speaker and words are what she Does and so it's sooner rather than later that the recognition sinks in.]
...Alucard.
[That's worthy of lifting her head up to look him in the eyes.]
Did you trick me into a fancy dress just so that I would look nice when you asked me to marry you?
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[He's smiling without being goddamn smug about it, which means he's very serious.]
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[HE IS NOT OFF THE HOOK YET]
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[BITE HIM SYPHA.]
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[Okay, okay, enough is enough.]
I love you. There is nothing in the world that makes me happier than when I am with you, and with Trevor. I don't care, either, if the church or the courts or if anyone else even knows. I just know I want you to smile at me like that, forever.
[She reaches up, brushing her fingers along the line of his jaw, the way she knows he likes.]
Adrian Ţepeş, my answer is yes.
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Yes.
He never doubted. But the words are still lovely to hear.]
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[Wait for it.]
...Adrian Belnades, more like.
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[So you know, duh. Of course.]
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[Okay, now she's just getting silly. An intervention is needed. Desperately.]
Handsome royal prince his highness Adrian Belnades.
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You keep excluding yourself, you know.
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How am I excluding myself, my handsome royal prince your highness?
[she's not even TRYING]
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