I told you before, didn’t I? You have to choose. Happy, safe, here.
[ The kiss is- he’ll process it once this is done. He’s not really been much for emotions even after Sypha’s return.
(He doesn’t remember much of the time immediately following the rescue. The whole thing feels like a fever dream, of wanting too much and of being in too many people’s heads at once. He woke up in a room of dead flowers that smelled of rotten meat, with Sypha’s name written on the ground in her blood. And he emerged, washed the worst of the stink and the magic off himself, and found the two of them in their own bed. He distinctly remembers his reaction being a tired, numb ‘welcome home’ and then falling into the bed, and he hasn’t been any better for being outwardly emotional about this whole thing until now.)
-It makes it easier. Puts him in a place where he doesn’t have to think about what he’s doing, only trust that Sypha is asking him to do what is right. ]
You told me that you could never comprimise on ‘here’. So I’m asking you to choose ‘safe’ over ‘happy’. And- I know you. Any time you would use it would be a time that you needed to use it. Any time that you would use it would be a time where you not having it would mean that this happens again, or that someone dies.
[ He presses his lips together. He knows how much he’s asking her to give up. Alucard asked her to give up her world, once. He’s asking for something more. He’s asking for her identity. ]
no subject
[ The kiss is- he’ll process it once this is done. He’s not really been much for emotions even after Sypha’s return.
(He doesn’t remember much of the time immediately following the rescue. The whole thing feels like a fever dream, of wanting too much and of being in too many people’s heads at once. He woke up in a room of dead flowers that smelled of rotten meat, with Sypha’s name written on the ground in her blood. And he emerged, washed the worst of the stink and the magic off himself, and found the two of them in their own bed. He distinctly remembers his reaction being a tired, numb ‘welcome home’ and then falling into the bed, and he hasn’t been any better for being outwardly emotional about this whole thing until now.)
-It makes it easier. Puts him in a place where he doesn’t have to think about what he’s doing, only trust that Sypha is asking him to do what is right. ]
You told me that you could never comprimise on ‘here’. So I’m asking you to choose ‘safe’ over ‘happy’. And- I know you. Any time you would use it would be a time that you needed to use it. Any time that you would use it would be a time where you not having it would mean that this happens again, or that someone dies.
[ He presses his lips together. He knows how much he’s asking her to give up. Alucard asked her to give up her world, once. He’s asking for something more. He’s asking for her identity. ]
Please. I’ll give you anything.