If you can restrain yourself from being crabby about your wrinkled shirt.
[She nudges at him, though, intent on pushing him onto his back so that she can at least make good on her threat to be on top of him, even if it's only falling asleep half-draped over his chest.]
[Which he'll get over. Better to let Sypha push him down, use his feet to kick up the covers so that he can reach down juuuuust enough to grab them, then bundle himself and Sypha up as gently as he can. It is still warm out, and Sypha has a terrible way of making things warmer.
He's happy though, like this. Sypha here in his arms, the world kept at arm's length just for a little while. There's another kiss to the top of Sypha's head.]
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[Not house. Home. A significant difference, and heartwarming (hearthwarming) one.]
You're more yourself already. My Alucard, again.
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[He sighs the word so happily. Utterly hers.]
We were doing something else, weren't we?
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[She nips at his shoulder, very lightly.]
Or if not now, when we wake up tonight?
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[It's been an emotional ride.]
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[She nudges at him, though, intent on pushing him onto his back so that she can at least make good on her threat to be on top of him, even if it's only falling asleep half-draped over his chest.]
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[Which he'll get over. Better to let Sypha push him down, use his feet to kick up the covers so that he can reach down juuuuust enough to grab them, then bundle himself and Sypha up as gently as he can. It is still warm out, and Sypha has a terrible way of making things warmer.
He's happy though, like this. Sypha here in his arms, the world kept at arm's length just for a little while. There's another kiss to the top of Sypha's head.]
Sleep well.