[Alucard laces his fingers with Sypha's out of instinct. He wears gloves normally, but not like these. The leather is almost too soft, and there's fur at the ends of them that brush against her wrist. He squeezes once, reassuring as he can be while his body is as taught as a violin string.]
I understand.
[His ears strain as they keep going, but then all at once, Alucard stops. From on the left, there are eyes. They glow, not red, but a deep and piercing green that cuts through all of the fog. There's a breathless noise, coupled with Sypha's name.]
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[Alucard laces his fingers with Sypha's out of instinct. He wears gloves normally, but not like these. The leather is almost too soft, and there's fur at the ends of them that brush against her wrist. He squeezes once, reassuring as he can be while his body is as taught as a violin string.]
I understand.
[His ears strain as they keep going, but then all at once, Alucard stops. From on the left, there are eyes. They glow, not red, but a deep and piercing green that cuts through all of the fog. There's a breathless noise, coupled with Sypha's name.]
We've been met.