[ It's- not the best answer. Except it is, because Sypha chuckles warmly at it and it's that just as much as the slow movement of Alucard's hand that makes his fingers tense against the vampire's shoulders.
He can't think much more than that. How can he think, when Alucard breathes out his name so easily it's like it's been on his tongue for years? When Sypha's hand is small and soft and far too warm against his hip, trailing forward to just graze against dark curls? How could anyone? ]
Soon. [ He repeats, and his voice is trembling and splitting into desperate gasps. ] And- a lot. Until it's too much. So much that you have to carry me to the kitchen at breakfast.
[ Breakfast is a strong term, since the chances of anyone being awake before noon are looking unlikely. ]
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[ It's- not the best answer. Except it is, because Sypha chuckles warmly at it and it's that just as much as the slow movement of Alucard's hand that makes his fingers tense against the vampire's shoulders.
He can't think much more than that. How can he think, when Alucard breathes out his name so easily it's like it's been on his tongue for years? When Sypha's hand is small and soft and far too warm against his hip, trailing forward to just graze against dark curls? How could anyone? ]
Soon. [ He repeats, and his voice is trembling and splitting into desperate gasps. ] And- a lot. Until it's too much. So much that you have to carry me to the kitchen at breakfast.
[ Breakfast is a strong term, since the chances of anyone being awake before noon are looking unlikely. ]