[Alucard's words are soft. Only hinting at fear, fear of being forgotten. His hand comes up and rests atop Trevor's. Same ring, the gold darker through some magic. The same inscription if Alucard bothered to take either off, but he won't. Not now, not when it might help the fae's case against them both. (Against Sypha, really. She's the one on the paper work, after all.) His trace over the part of Trevor's ring that is gold, hoping to bring that point home.]
To us both. A year and a day, then with us for many months before that. Loved her first of course, but that's easy to do.
[Which is why she's easier to remember as well, of that much he's certain.]
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[Alucard's words are soft. Only hinting at fear, fear of being forgotten. His hand comes up and rests atop Trevor's. Same ring, the gold darker through some magic. The same inscription if Alucard bothered to take either off, but he won't. Not now, not when it might help the fae's case against them both. (Against Sypha, really. She's the one on the paper work, after all.) His trace over the part of Trevor's ring that is gold, hoping to bring that point home.]
To us both. A year and a day, then with us for many months before that. Loved her first of course, but that's easy to do.
[Which is why she's easier to remember as well, of that much he's certain.]
You've only been here less than a day.