[ Slowly, surely, work has been edging its way further and further into their home. It’s hard for it not to, when the consequences of it are so clear and so unavoidable. No amount of efforts to seperate the two will make it so that Alucard’s injuries don’t trouble him in their home, will make it so that there aren’t certain innocent nursery rhymes he comes home from sunday school humming to Sypha’s utter horror, will pull the sheer exhaustion from all of their bones. He falters a little as he tries to carry Alucard up the stairs but catches himself.
He can feel Sypha’s eyes on him. No spell needed. But he shrugs it off. ]
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[ Slowly, surely, work has been edging its way further and further into their home. It’s hard for it not to, when the consequences of it are so clear and so unavoidable. No amount of efforts to seperate the two will make it so that Alucard’s injuries don’t trouble him in their home, will make it so that there aren’t certain innocent nursery rhymes he comes home from sunday school humming to Sypha’s utter horror, will pull the sheer exhaustion from all of their bones. He falters a little as he tries to carry Alucard up the stairs but catches himself.
He can feel Sypha’s eyes on him. No spell needed. But he shrugs it off. ]
Vampire hours. They’re the fucking worst.