[Sypha is a woman of patience within reason. Alucard thinks the
situation has long since exhausted that patience, but he says nothing of
the sort. He instead goes to do exactly as intended, and he flops down on
a well worn sofa a few rows over. It has a little side table beside it, and
the fabric is thread bare. It has been that way for as long as he can
remember, and this? This was his little corner. All the alchemy and
medical books met here, and he cold take everything he needed. There were
once forts built of books around this sofa.
Aluard lies down, mushing his face into the cushions. He breathes in the
must and the old book smell, and then sleep claims him.
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Please do that within reason.
[Sypha is a woman of patience within reason. Alucard thinks the situation has long since exhausted that patience, but he says nothing of the sort. He instead goes to do exactly as intended, and he flops down on a well worn sofa a few rows over. It has a little side table beside it, and the fabric is thread bare. It has been that way for as long as he can remember, and this? This was his little corner. All the alchemy and medical books met here, and he cold take everything he needed. There were once forts built of books around this sofa.
Aluard lies down, mushing his face into the cushions. He breathes in the must and the old book smell, and then sleep claims him.
Dreams do not come. That? That is a blessing.]