[ The kiss to the ring is too much. The symbol of how of all the assholes in the world, both of them somehow chose him. Of how they were certain enough of it to convince the fae. Of how it's far too late for them to realise their mistake and change their minds now. Any tension that was left in him before fades with a long, soft sigh, and he just lies boneless against Alucard, wrapped around him like another of the many, many blankets. ]
'm not unhappy, back home. It's nice there. [ Its a hell of a statement, considering how he's still (or was, up until his capture) serving under Dracula. But it's true. It's home, by now. ] Anywhere the both of you are is nice.
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'm not unhappy, back home. It's nice there. [ Its a hell of a statement, considering how he's still (or was, up until his capture) serving under Dracula. But it's true. It's home, by now. ] Anywhere the both of you are is nice.