Forgive me the impoliteness, this...felt close to permission to do as I might ever imagine.
[In truth, he's amazed the matter wasn't corrected on the first or second date. Or third. Or until now.
His laughter slows, and as she reaches for the bandages, Alucard inches forward in the kitchen chair. Sypha needs more room to wind the gauze around - sitting with his back against the chair just won't work.
And here she's commenting on just using a name, Sypha has said my love and there's a stupid, awestruck look on his face for it. (He won't ask if she means it, he knows she does but...)]
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[In truth, he's amazed the matter wasn't corrected on the first or second date. Or third. Or until now.
His laughter slows, and as she reaches for the bandages, Alucard inches forward in the kitchen chair. Sypha needs more room to wind the gauze around - sitting with his back against the chair just won't work.
And here she's commenting on just using a name, Sypha has said my love and there's a stupid, awestruck look on his face for it. (He won't ask if she means it, he knows she does but...)]