Couldn’t. He didn’t want me in his story. Last thing he ever told me.
[ The speaker has gained a gender, and that was a slip. A too-emotional one.
She’s trembling, and- fuck it. There’s more cake. He can make more tea. He can clean up the mess and tell Alucard to just fucking deal with the broken dishes. He kicks the tray off the bed so that he doesn’t have to worry about it, then (carefully, so carefully) pulls Sypha so she’s on top of him, so he can coil his body around hers like armour. ]
Bad time for that story, maybe. We’re here. We’re both here. You’re here with us.
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[ The speaker has gained a gender, and that was a slip. A too-emotional one.
She’s trembling, and- fuck it. There’s more cake. He can make more tea. He can clean up the mess and tell Alucard to just fucking deal with the broken dishes. He kicks the tray off the bed so that he doesn’t have to worry about it, then (carefully, so carefully) pulls Sypha so she’s on top of him, so he can coil his body around hers like armour. ]
Bad time for that story, maybe. We’re here. We’re both here. You’re here with us.