[ He was too open before, too open and raw and vulnerable, stinking of blood and surrounded by wolves. It was what he'd known giving his name would be, but it was no better for the knowing. Now, now he's more open, more vulnerable, but it's nice. It's nice not to carry armor for once, to be only what he needs to be and no more.
His hand curls into the blankets at the kisses, and then it's curling into Sypha's own hand and it takes him a moment to realize that she must have held it, and his mind is working just a little slower than everything else, but that's- nice. Usually it has to work faster, and that's exhausting. Everything is a surprise like this, and everything that could possibly happen is delightful. ]
You are.
[ And he sounds awestruck by that. Absolutely awestruck, as if it wasn't something that could have been expected. He has one hand in Sypha's and the other hand is trying to seek out Alucard's. ]
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His hand curls into the blankets at the kisses, and then it's curling into Sypha's own hand and it takes him a moment to realize that she must have held it, and his mind is working just a little slower than everything else, but that's- nice. Usually it has to work faster, and that's exhausting. Everything is a surprise like this, and everything that could possibly happen is delightful. ]
You are.
[ And he sounds awestruck by that. Absolutely awestruck, as if it wasn't something that could have been expected. He has one hand in Sypha's and the other hand is trying to seek out Alucard's. ]
You both are.