[ Before he can think about it too much, he moves his face forward, closing the gap between them.
It's wonderful. Better than the one he remembers, because there's nothing awful forcing it. None of the queen's love of granting wishes but soiling them somehow in the process. None of the queen at all. Just himself and Alucard and the knowledge that Sypha will be here soon and- this one, he has no intention of giving up the memory of.
Nothing dramatic happen. He doesn't become a human in a swirling flurry of moths. The sleeping prince doesn't awaken. He doesn't even have his mouth open this time. It's soft, mostly chaste, and when he pulls back (far too soon, but there'll be other times. there have to be other times) he's wearing that look of being stupid with contentment. ]
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It's wonderful. Better than the one he remembers, because there's nothing awful forcing it. None of the queen's love of granting wishes but soiling them somehow in the process. None of the queen at all. Just himself and Alucard and the knowledge that Sypha will be here soon and- this one, he has no intention of giving up the memory of.
Nothing dramatic happen. He doesn't become a human in a swirling flurry of moths. The sleeping prince doesn't awaken. He doesn't even have his mouth open this time. It's soft, mostly chaste, and when he pulls back (far too soon, but there'll be other times. there have to be other times) he's wearing that look of being stupid with contentment. ]