[Alucard has tried not to dwell on the particulars, knowing he's happier in ignorance. He understands the concept, because the only winning argument his mother could manage is that their son had to consent to this.
And he had. Just for this moment.]
Can we sit? Or go somewhere?
[He doesn't know where the two rest lately, but he wants something soft to be on.
He hates the terms that demand the darkness be the only time they meet, but it'll have to be something they figure out together. Sypha turning in at midnight is probably more than enough, he'll simply never be there when they wake in the morning.]
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[Alucard has tried not to dwell on the particulars, knowing he's happier in ignorance. He understands the concept, because the only winning argument his mother could manage is that their son had to consent to this.
And he had. Just for this moment.]
Can we sit? Or go somewhere?
[He doesn't know where the two rest lately, but he wants something soft to be on.
He hates the terms that demand the darkness be the only time they meet, but it'll have to be something they figure out together. Sypha turning in at midnight is probably more than enough, he'll simply never be there when they wake in the morning.]