cryptsleeper: (aw fuck)
Alucard \\ Adrian F. Ţepeş ([personal profile] cryptsleeper) wrote 2019-02-03 10:35 pm (UTC)

[He's still bleeding. He has to press his shirt to the wound, and so in the car, they will return to the beginning but worse for it. Back at the beginning there had only been the inkling of some deeper connection, no overwhelming urge to wrap around each other and cling with all the stress and exhaustion and fear melting away now that she is here, here, here. She was a doctor, as good as any and more clever than most. He had been proactive in making his needs known, and that was all he expected. Caution around his blood. Clever ways to make a terrible wound easier to bear. Now...

The question of where Sypha's ability springs forth is not a matter Alucard has ever wondered about, so when her intent is known all Alucard wonders is how long it can be maintained. These bursts, he's had them all week. So has Trevor. It is only right and fair that Sypha have one in the most important moment, and...

...oh hell, he has to move before all of the debris hits them. In a burst of speed Alucard reaches the door, claws clattering against the metal knob, flinging it open.

Sunlight has hit the side street that the door is on in just the right way, allowing them to burst not into more shadows, but blessed heat and sunshine. Alucard lets out a sharp whistle, because he promised the stupid demon car that he would let it know when they were coming.

(Alucard's not sure if the demon car can drive itself in an emergency. They may be about to find out.)]

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