[He's here. He's here, here, here, and so is she, it's a mattress beneath her and not an oiled wooden floor, blankets and not evil magic, Alucard's hands on her instead of a manacle on her ankle. He's here, the brush of his hair on her skin, his fingertips tracing circles against her, his lips pressing kisses to her cheek.
He's here. He's here, he's here, and she's home. She's not missing any longer. She's safe, she's not lost, she's not dead like the other Speakers who'd laid atop that same sigil and wasted away, sapped of everything they had and then ripped to pieces for the rest, scared and alone and separated from the people they loved.
The people who love her are here. Alucard is here. Trevor is here.
A breath hitches in her chest, chokes up to the back of her throat, and all of a sudden she's crying and she doesn't want to be but she is, and there's no helping it.]
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He's here. He's here, he's here, and she's home. She's not missing any longer. She's safe, she's not lost, she's not dead like the other Speakers who'd laid atop that same sigil and wasted away, sapped of everything they had and then ripped to pieces for the rest, scared and alone and separated from the people they loved.
The people who love her are here. Alucard is here. Trevor is here.
A breath hitches in her chest, chokes up to the back of her throat, and all of a sudden she's crying and she doesn't want to be but she is, and there's no helping it.]