[ He leans forward to kiss Alucard's forehead and finally, finally, gets some sleep himself. It's perfect, if one can ignore all of the ways in which it isn't perfect. Warm and safe and loved. He stirs a little only when Sypha enters the room and wordlessly clambers into the bed on Alucard's other side and shit, this is how it should always be. Sypha's arms coiled around Alucard's waist, and Trevor's over both of them. He doesn't dream and he's glad for it, because nothing his mind could come up with could be better than this.
And then Alucard wakes.
He pulls Alucard closer, so close that when he speaks he's whispering into his shoulder. Sypha doesn't seem to have woken. ]
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And then Alucard wakes.
He pulls Alucard closer, so close that when he speaks he's whispering into his shoulder. Sypha doesn't seem to have woken. ]
We're here. We're here. Tell me what you need.