At this point, I've accepted that the next twelve hours are going to be fueled by anger.
[Alucard is the first one at the door. He pauses just long enough on his way there to swoop down and kiss Sypha's forehead, because he didn't do that before hand, and know she'll wake up covered in blankets because neither one of them are in bed with her instead.
He feels badly for that, Sypha's sleep is always worse if she's alone. But. Work. And beyond work, safety, which has always been his focus with the other two.]
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[Alucard is the first one at the door. He pauses just long enough on his way there to swoop down and kiss Sypha's forehead, because he didn't do that before hand, and know she'll wake up covered in blankets because neither one of them are in bed with her instead.
He feels badly for that, Sypha's sleep is always worse if she's alone. But. Work. And beyond work, safety, which has always been his focus with the other two.]