[Wolves can't smile, not without barring teeth in a way that reads more threatening than friendly. Rather than do that, Alucard's nose presses to Sypha's cheek, and he nuzzles his softer snout against it. It's as good as kissing her cheek for the time being, and it allows him to inch closer to her as well.
She's not lonely. That's all the matters.
He imagined he could bear his own loneliness well enough, for a stupid, fleeting moment before the nature of his injury was revealed to be as severe as it was. (Still is.) What a stupid man.
There's a soft whine from him, the kind that begs to know if she thinks she can sleep now.]
no subject
She's not lonely. That's all the matters.
He imagined he could bear his own loneliness well enough, for a stupid, fleeting moment before the nature of his injury was revealed to be as severe as it was. (Still is.) What a stupid man.
There's a soft whine from him, the kind that begs to know if she thinks she can sleep now.]