[ They're both close enough now, and not in charge enough now, for him to wrap his arms around the both of them, pulling them in close. Sypha is soft and warm and he can feel her heartbeat flutter even through the skin and her dress and his shirt wherever they touch. Alucard is cool to the touch and all hard, smooth muscle. Trevor's sure that he must represent the point between those extremes, more fat that Alucard and more muscle than Sypha, none of her life of pacifism to keep him from growing rough and none of Alucard's healing to be restored from it.
It's impossible, to feel like an ugly, broken thing when you can see yourself as the middle point between two perfect ones.
He can't quite reach Sypha's mouth like this, and so he nuzzles against her cheek instead, lips opening and closing just to the side of her face. ]
So, [ And he doesn't really want to interrupt this, he really doesn't want to try to wrap his mind around logistics, but also he wants the end result of both of those things so, so much. ] what does everyone want?
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It's impossible, to feel like an ugly, broken thing when you can see yourself as the middle point between two perfect ones.
He can't quite reach Sypha's mouth like this, and so he nuzzles against her cheek instead, lips opening and closing just to the side of her face. ]
So, [ And he doesn't really want to interrupt this, he really doesn't want to try to wrap his mind around logistics, but also he wants the end result of both of those things so, so much. ] what does everyone want?