He doesn't have the mind to think about that. All the vampire can do is walk around the side of the desk, using his left hand to brace against it because he needs to be steady enough to get to her side.
There's no more rules for the office right now. He's stopped caring about them a while ago. And so there he is, down on a bended knee, but not daring to take either of her hands without her say so in this moment. Instead he rests both hands flat on the ground, knowing that it's anchor enough.]
Sypha. [He's soft. Soft and trying to meet her eyes, even if there's naught but shame in him now. Shame from hurting them both.] Speaker. Miss Belnades. [The order that they came to know each other. The order that these things accumuliated.] Sypha. Mine. Witch of the Wards. Ours. Hearthfire of Dracula's castle. Sword to the sheild that is Trevor Belmont. All other titles thought in the minds and hearts of others. I, Adrian F. Ţepeş, of so many additional titles, swear this here. Now. With my father's home as witness, for it has seen so many moments like this. I will return to you when the matter with Carmilla is resolved tomorrow night into the day after. I will be in the flesh. I cannot vouch for the state of me, but I will return all the same, and make this wound I have inflicted upon you be for naught.
Should I fail in flesh, I shall do so in spirit, so you are not without your home.
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He doesn't have the mind to think about that. All the vampire can do is walk around the side of the desk, using his left hand to brace against it because he needs to be steady enough to get to her side.
There's no more rules for the office right now. He's stopped caring about them a while ago. And so there he is, down on a bended knee, but not daring to take either of her hands without her say so in this moment. Instead he rests both hands flat on the ground, knowing that it's anchor enough.]
Sypha. [He's soft. Soft and trying to meet her eyes, even if there's naught but shame in him now. Shame from hurting them both.] Speaker. Miss Belnades. [The order that they came to know each other. The order that these things accumuliated.] Sypha. Mine. Witch of the Wards. Ours. Hearthfire of Dracula's castle. Sword to the sheild that is Trevor Belmont. All other titles thought in the minds and hearts of others. I, Adrian F. Ţepeş, of so many additional titles, swear this here. Now. With my father's home as witness, for it has seen so many moments like this. I will return to you when the matter with Carmilla is resolved tomorrow night into the day after. I will be in the flesh. I cannot vouch for the state of me, but I will return all the same, and make this wound I have inflicted upon you be for naught.
Should I fail in flesh, I shall do so in spirit, so you are not without your home.
I do not demand acknowledgement of these words.