[ Sypha is radiant as usual, making the most of her break from Trevor-watching by making the best attempt she can at dancing all the way through her borrowed shoes. She's absorbed in the task, enough that it takes her a few minutes to realize that she's being stared at.
Because of course he's staring at her, because what else can he do? She's beautiful like this, all pink from exertion with carefully styled hair all mussed up and flyaway, a small bruise or two where she's accidentally hit herself with her own shoes from dancing too enthusiastically, eyes the exact kind of bright and sharp that comes from being awake so long that the tiredness becomes manic energy (they absolutely should not let her drive).
She looks back at them when she does notice, at the way that Alucard's arm is still on Trevor's waist, at the way Trevor is practically wilting against him. There's concern on her face for just a moment, and then she actually looks at Trevor's expression and it melts away. He's not afraid and he's not in pain, the expression is just absolute, stupid longing. She kisses both of them when she walks up, her own hand on Trevor's other side before long, knuckles of it brushing against Alucard's jacket when they move. It's not quite correct - they arrived each on one of Alucard's arms like a sword and shield and they probably ought to leave that way - but for now it's good. Perfect.
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Because of course he's staring at her, because what else can he do? She's beautiful like this, all pink from exertion with carefully styled hair all mussed up and flyaway, a small bruise or two where she's accidentally hit herself with her own shoes from dancing too enthusiastically, eyes the exact kind of bright and sharp that comes from being awake so long that the tiredness becomes manic energy (they absolutely should not let her drive).
She looks back at them when she does notice, at the way that Alucard's arm is still on Trevor's waist, at the way Trevor is practically wilting against him. There's concern on her face for just a moment, and then she actually looks at Trevor's expression and it melts away. He's not afraid and he's not in pain, the expression is just absolute, stupid longing. She kisses both of them when she walks up, her own hand on Trevor's other side before long, knuckles of it brushing against Alucard's jacket when they move. It's not quite correct - they arrived each on one of Alucard's arms like a sword and shield and they probably ought to leave that way - but for now it's good. Perfect.
Home?, she asks.]