[ He lets Alucard guide his weight back up so that he's standing normally, and he likes to think he's being very restrained when he only leans forward to kiss him once in the process. Even in the dull light of the party it's clear that he's flushed and his breathing is soft and steady and so even that it has to be being forced to be that way.
(It's something about being safe. Something about being wanted enough to be worth being possessive about. It's probably about ten kinds of messed up, but he can't being himself to care that much.) ]
She'll be dancing still, I think. And she has someone else's shoes, somehow.
[ She borrowed shoes from someone who came wearing flatter footwear so that she could dance in them, but then the shoe-donor seemed to be too drunk to remember that they were still shoeless and left. So now Sypha has two pairs of shoes, holding her own heels in her hands while dancing in someone else's flat shoes. ]
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(It's something about being safe. Something about being wanted enough to be worth being possessive about. It's probably about ten kinds of messed up, but he can't being himself to care that much.) ]
She'll be dancing still, I think. And she has someone else's shoes, somehow.
[ She borrowed shoes from someone who came wearing flatter footwear so that she could dance in them, but then the shoe-donor seemed to be too drunk to remember that they were still shoeless and left. So now Sypha has two pairs of shoes, holding her own heels in her hands while dancing in someone else's flat shoes. ]