[Inch by inch, Alucard leans back into the sofa. It's slow so that Sypha's hands are not trapped, and because the fingers that are moving along his back feel so, so good.
He settles there, and one one hand moves up to stroke through her hair. It's a little worse for wear (his must be a downright mess), so that's the excuse Alucard uses to start untangling in earnest. The other hand is slung low around her hips, just holding Sypha close. Just enjoying her proximity. Just....being.]
Perhaps they should remember that vengeance will come.
[The gleam in Sypha's eye is met by something similar in Alucard's. A promise that this is a new back-and-forth, one driven by whimsy and love, manifesting in new ways.
There's a happy sigh that follows. No sadness. Just happy exhaustion, wrapped up in absolute adoration for the Speaker in his arms.]
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He settles there, and one one hand moves up to stroke through her hair. It's a little worse for wear (his must be a downright mess), so that's the excuse Alucard uses to start untangling in earnest. The other hand is slung low around her hips, just holding Sypha close. Just enjoying her proximity. Just....being.]
Perhaps they should remember that vengeance will come.
[The gleam in Sypha's eye is met by something similar in Alucard's. A promise that this is a new back-and-forth, one driven by whimsy and love, manifesting in new ways.
There's a happy sigh that follows. No sadness. Just happy exhaustion, wrapped up in absolute adoration for the Speaker in his arms.]