[Alucard smells Sypha before he sees her, the scent of shower freshness mixed with her natural scent. (She always smells like the road, soft dust and a far away breeze, just as Trevor will always have his musk and leather and faint hint of rose oil.) He doesn't know what this looks like from the outside, and he can't bring himself to care.
The only moment that matters is when Sypha ducks in, and Alucard kisses her just as lovingly as he did Trevor moments ago. This is not the worst arrangement the three of them have managed, but it's one of the most awkward.
Alucard breaks the kiss, just long enough for Sypha to smile and say, "Of course."
Because he is theirs. That's the obvious truth. Just as obvious as the fact that the vampire is going to fuss.]
Sypha, you're going to catch a cold like that.
[Slightly more damning is the fact that the vampire holds in a lengthy yawn. He doesn't want to nudge Trevor up. He doesn't want this embrace to break. But there's still time left to serve, and if they keep like this, there's only one possible ending.]
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The only moment that matters is when Sypha ducks in, and Alucard kisses her just as lovingly as he did Trevor moments ago. This is not the worst arrangement the three of them have managed, but it's one of the most awkward.
Alucard breaks the kiss, just long enough for Sypha to smile and say, "Of course."
Because he is theirs. That's the obvious truth. Just as obvious as the fact that the vampire is going to fuss.]
Sypha, you're going to catch a cold like that.
[Slightly more damning is the fact that the vampire holds in a lengthy yawn. He doesn't want to nudge Trevor up. He doesn't want this embrace to break. But there's still time left to serve, and if they keep like this, there's only one possible ending.]