[There's a soft word Alucard breathes out at that "I know." Assumes it'll be heard, because Trevor's good at hearing everything in this castle it feels like.]
Ours.
[No royal we shit, just his and Sypha's. Them as private individuals, not the things the rest of the city sees when the matter of Office is far more important.
Alucard lets himself just be dragged along. As he is, there's a soft shift in his grip. Something probably recognizes, that faint hint of possessiveness that's always there when he and Sypha are arranged together in whatever way they've decided to be at a given moment. It's always there. With Sypha, that fear of loss is more generalized. Abstract. A reaction to internal terrors. With Trevor, it's very real. Avoided for the year, but oh, it's going to be there and far too strong.
Into Trevor's chest there's a muffled response.]
No point in leaving.
[Which means stay. But he doesn't want to command.]
no subject
Ours.
[No royal we shit, just his and Sypha's. Them as private individuals, not the things the rest of the city sees when the matter of Office is far more important.
Alucard lets himself just be dragged along. As he is, there's a soft shift in his grip. Something probably recognizes, that faint hint of possessiveness that's always there when he and Sypha are arranged together in whatever way they've decided to be at a given moment. It's always there. With Sypha, that fear of loss is more generalized. Abstract. A reaction to internal terrors. With Trevor, it's very real. Avoided for the year, but oh, it's going to be there and far too strong.
Into Trevor's chest there's a muffled response.]
No point in leaving.
[Which means stay. But he doesn't want to command.]