[Alucard sleeps as well, snug in his coffin and too tired from the additional conversations. Sypha's deep, heady talks about theory are often enough. Trying to be nice to the Belmont (and managing!) is something else.
Sypha gives up on waking the Belmont halfway through the day. Alucard murmurs that it's good, he probably needs the rest, and he says not a word more. His own diet needs a little attention.
It works simply: he only takes from Sypha once a month. Every other meal is animal blood from the things in the forest. He gets what he needs, and Sypha's convinced that this is the way to get the vampire used to having other people touch him. Alucard's not entirely sure about that, but he knows that if Sypha touches his hair while he takes from her, he doesn't jump. Not really. Not in any meaningful way.
His fangs aren't in his neck when Trevor walks in on them both. Alucard's tongue is pressed to the bite wounds instead, carefully lapping up the blood that comes out. It is a task that demands concentration, and it's why he doesn't notice Trevor's presence immediately.
Sypha? She does. She tenses, eyes locking on Trevor's.]
We can explain--!
[Only then does Alucard pick his head up, the hand that rests on Sypha's left side immediately moving to apply pressure to the bite.
Almost immediately though, his head hangs low. There's no explanation here. Not a good one, at any rate.]
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[Alucard sleeps as well, snug in his coffin and too tired from the additional conversations. Sypha's deep, heady talks about theory are often enough. Trying to be nice to the Belmont (and managing!) is something else.
Sypha gives up on waking the Belmont halfway through the day. Alucard murmurs that it's good, he probably needs the rest, and he says not a word more. His own diet needs a little attention.
It works simply: he only takes from Sypha once a month. Every other meal is animal blood from the things in the forest. He gets what he needs, and Sypha's convinced that this is the way to get the vampire used to having other people touch him. Alucard's not entirely sure about that, but he knows that if Sypha touches his hair while he takes from her, he doesn't jump. Not really. Not in any meaningful way.
His fangs aren't in his neck when Trevor walks in on them both. Alucard's tongue is pressed to the bite wounds instead, carefully lapping up the blood that comes out. It is a task that demands concentration, and it's why he doesn't notice Trevor's presence immediately.
Sypha? She does. She tenses, eyes locking on Trevor's.]
We can explain--!
[Only then does Alucard pick his head up, the hand that rests on Sypha's left side immediately moving to apply pressure to the bite.
Almost immediately though, his head hangs low. There's no explanation here. Not a good one, at any rate.]