[Shit. They're inches away from breaking the Sypha.
Alucard's eyes move from drinking in the vision that is Sypha completely and utterly on the edge of being undone, and he looks to Trevor with just the mildest bit of concern. Or at least worry that they've let this go on for just the tiniest bit too long and they should probably put Sypha down on the rug.]
Let's get the world beneath your feet again.
[He murmurs it softly, and then there's no more floating on the vampire's end. His feet touch the ground, and he's careful so that the forearm under Sypha's knee remains where it is, even if the angle is now more awkward for him. No fabric moving, that's important too.
Trevor's the one with Sypha's front wrapped in his arms, which means the direction of where she needs to be is absolutely on him.]
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Alucard's eyes move from drinking in the vision that is Sypha completely and utterly on the edge of being undone, and he looks to Trevor with just the mildest bit of concern. Or at least worry that they've let this go on for just the tiniest bit too long and they should probably put Sypha down on the rug.]
Let's get the world beneath your feet again.
[He murmurs it softly, and then there's no more floating on the vampire's end. His feet touch the ground, and he's careful so that the forearm under Sypha's knee remains where it is, even if the angle is now more awkward for him. No fabric moving, that's important too.
Trevor's the one with Sypha's front wrapped in his arms, which means the direction of where she needs to be is absolutely on him.]