Explain? I would have thought that...the matter I charged into was the last of three.
[Damien. The Necromancer. Carmilla. That's three.
Alucard leans into every kiss, the thought of cooking now forgotten and abandoned. He's hardly been touch starved since waking, but he is clingy now, far clingier than ever before. It's desperate, it's trying to claw back something normal, it's not how he should be reacting but here he is, falling into the oldest and surest of comforts: Sypha.]
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[Damien. The Necromancer. Carmilla. That's three.
Alucard leans into every kiss, the thought of cooking now forgotten and abandoned. He's hardly been touch starved since waking, but he is clingy now, far clingier than ever before. It's desperate, it's trying to claw back something normal, it's not how he should be reacting but here he is, falling into the oldest and surest of comforts: Sypha.]