[Alucard squeezes her hands once before he lets go. It's only so that he can turn around. So he can pull Sypha into his arms, his weight rested upon the counter and feet floating off the ground so that there is no strain to the one injury that remains.]
He probably needs the time alone.
[He is a Belmont. Who has gone up against Dracula three times now and has survived. That must be a family record, even if it's likely to end badly.
It has not escaped Alucard that Sypha's voice is much too small. That she's still so warm, but not as warm as she usually is. A dimmed hearth, and he shudders the moment the thought enters his head.]
So it is. [Just as it began.
She's here in his arms. That's as good a reason as any for Alucard to bury his face into the top of Sypha's head.]
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[Alucard squeezes her hands once before he lets go. It's only so that he can turn around. So he can pull Sypha into his arms, his weight rested upon the counter and feet floating off the ground so that there is no strain to the one injury that remains.]
He probably needs the time alone.
[He is a Belmont. Who has gone up against Dracula three times now and has survived. That must be a family record, even if it's likely to end badly.
It has not escaped Alucard that Sypha's voice is much too small. That she's still so warm, but not as warm as she usually is. A dimmed hearth, and he shudders the moment the thought enters his head.]
So it is. [Just as it began.
She's here in his arms. That's as good a reason as any for Alucard to bury his face into the top of Sypha's head.]