[ If anything, it's the opposite. He wants to be close to Alucard again. Even outside of the blood (and the thought that some part of Alucard is moving inside him is overwhelming and terrifying and wonderful) it's nice. Nice, to be around humans.
But it's also the truth. He needs to be away from Alucard. He needs to think straight, not about blood and not about how with his sight so much sharper he can pick out individual eyelashes and the way they fan about when he blinks. He needs to not think about how he can hear Sypha's legs brushing against the cloth of her robes. About how Alucard's heart sounded liable to leap from his chest when he drank. About how he could make the process better for them, if they would let him-
-he needs to be away. Long enough to stick his head above ground for a moments' fresh air and return to Alucard with a canteen of water and a cloth wrapped around a bundle of slices of dried deer meat. It's a little easier, once he's exposed himself to all of the sounds and smells of the world outside the hold. ]
Here. Let me know if you need- [ ...a little easier. He can still hear so, so clearly when Sypha crosses her legs a little way away from them and her thighs brush against each other. Fuck. She'd hate him even more if she knew he could hear that. ] -anything else.
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But it's also the truth. He needs to be away from Alucard. He needs to think straight, not about blood and not about how with his sight so much sharper he can pick out individual eyelashes and the way they fan about when he blinks. He needs to not think about how he can hear Sypha's legs brushing against the cloth of her robes. About how Alucard's heart sounded liable to leap from his chest when he drank. About how he could make the process better for them, if they would let him-
-he needs to be away. Long enough to stick his head above ground for a moments' fresh air and return to Alucard with a canteen of water and a cloth wrapped around a bundle of slices of dried deer meat. It's a little easier, once he's exposed himself to all of the sounds and smells of the world outside the hold. ]
Here. Let me know if you need- [ ...a little easier. He can still hear so, so clearly when Sypha crosses her legs a little way away from them and her thighs brush against each other. Fuck. She'd hate him even more if she knew he could hear that. ] -anything else.