[ The bed is exactly where he goes, doing his best to not knock over any books that are stacked around it before he can just drop himself down onto her bed, a sigh leaving his lips as he does so.
He... should just say it to her, shouldn't he? ]
I'm dying.
[ He breathes that out, smiling a bit before he lets that frown touch his lips. ]
[ He hums a bit, finding himself to lean then against Sypha. To let her warmth gently touch his cold, to remind him that he's still alive for now. She's... always been good at that. At reminding him that he's still here. That someone is here with him. ]
...what if I'm different after it all? What if... you don't like me anymore?
[ Just going to politely correct her there. But... hearing what she says is... nice. Really. So much, in fact, that he lets his head rest against hers. ]
But... thanks. I guess. Not for calling me an asshole but, you know.
[She politely and promptly leans against him, resting her hand on his hip and letting out a little sigh.]
I'll be here for you, Trevor. I promised you that a while ago, and I stand by that. It will be alright. I'll make sure that...ice box...contraption is full of blood.
[ The squeeze to his fingers gets him to look a little more properly at her and, while silent, he... knows. Knows that she means it. That she'll be there for him. No matter what.
He smiles, hand still holding hers and hums a bit then before he drops his head, just enough to have it loll close to her. ]
Would I... be overstepping my boundaries if I wanted to kiss you?
[ He teases her as a finger weakly curls a strand of her hair around it, before he lets that same finger drop to caress the apple of her cheek. Soft. Tender. A gentle smile touching at his lips before he lets himself lean in and brushes his lips over hers for a kiss which is just as soft as the touch he gives her. ]
Sypha leans into his touch, not hesitant about this in the slightest. Kissing is still a new-ish experience for her, but she likes to think she's getting pretty comfortable with it.
Her return kiss is gentle, tender, and sweet, her lips moving to meet his. Her eyes flutter closed, her hands reach up to cup his cheeks, and she smiles when she pulls away.]
[ Blindly, he almost chases after her when her lips slip away from his but he comes to slowly let blue eyes lazily open as he stares to her in a sort of daze. Are her kisses just that good to him? Maybe. But her words have him blinking a little in confusion and he pulls back some to look at her a little... better. ]
[ Right. That's.. probably for the best anyways. So. Yeah. Just going to awkwardly rub at his neck a bit there before h finally comes to fall back against the bed. ]
It's... not like I go around kissing whoever the hell is around, you know. So.. I wouldn't worry about it.
[ Despite his having fallen back onto the bed and intending to close his eyes so he can just rest, hearing that prevents him from doing so and, instead, he tilts his head with a raised brow as he looks over to his... partner. ]
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He... should just say it to her, shouldn't he? ]
I'm dying.
[ He breathes that out, smiling a bit before he lets that frown touch his lips. ]
It'll be soon.
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[That cuts through a lot of her usual quippy responses. She's emotionally intelligent enough to know better.
So, she weaves her way through the books and takes a seat next to him, putting an arm around his waist.]
We'll be here when you get back up. You...will get back up. I know that.
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[ He hums a bit, finding himself to lean then against Sypha. To let her warmth gently touch his cold, to remind him that he's still alive for now. She's... always been good at that. At reminding him that he's still here. That someone is here with him. ]
...what if I'm different after it all? What if... you don't like me anymore?
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[Sypha gives him a sharp-ish look, a serious one.]
Trevor, I like Alucard and he's a vampire. And I like you even if you're a rude asshole sometimes.
After everything we've been through, nothing is going to change that.
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[ Just going to politely correct her there. But... hearing what she says is... nice. Really. So much, in fact, that he lets his head rest against hers. ]
But... thanks. I guess. Not for calling me an asshole but, you know.
[ Everything else. ]
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[She politely and promptly leans against him, resting her hand on his hip and letting out a little sigh.]
I'll be here for you, Trevor. I promised you that a while ago, and I stand by that. It will be alright. I'll make sure that...ice box...contraption is full of blood.
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Stuff is weird here, isn't it?
[ But, as she leans against him, he gently comes to set his hand over hers, quietly letting fingers lace together. ]
Guess I'm stuck with you then. [ He murmurs softly, smiling as he says it. ] Can't say I really mind.
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[She links her fingers tightly to his, squeezing gently.]
You're like a barnacle. And you're my barnacle, so I'm not going to let you go anywhere.
[It's a compliment, promise.]
You'll come through this just fine.
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He smiles, hand still holding hers and hums a bit then before he drops his head, just enough to have it loll close to her. ]
Would I... be overstepping my boundaries if I wanted to kiss you?
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Not at all. But it would be overstepping if you didn't ask me before you did it.
[She's...mostly teasing. Mostly.
She'd like to kiss him, but she would definitely like some warning.]
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[ He teases her as a finger weakly curls a strand of her hair around it, before he lets that same finger drop to caress the apple of her cheek. Soft. Tender. A gentle smile touching at his lips before he lets himself lean in and brushes his lips over hers for a kiss which is just as soft as the touch he gives her. ]
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Sypha leans into his touch, not hesitant about this in the slightest. Kissing is still a new-ish experience for her, but she likes to think she's getting pretty comfortable with it.
Her return kiss is gentle, tender, and sweet, her lips moving to meet his. Her eyes flutter closed, her hands reach up to cup his cheeks, and she smiles when she pulls away.]
You're getting pretty good at that.
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Kissing you? Or kissing in general?
[ Yes, there's a difference here. ]
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[The bond doesn't convey annoyance, per say, but her eyes do get that flat, almost theatrical look in them for a moment.]
It could just be the bond, though.
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It's... not like I go around kissing whoever the hell is around, you know. So.. I wouldn't worry about it.
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[He'd so better not.]
I'm not sure having my Bonded running around kissing just anyone would reflect well on me. It means I'm not doing enough.
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Doing enough of what, exactly?
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[Obviously!]
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[ Yet even as he teasingly asks, he reaches out for his wrist, wanting to pull her down with him. ]
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[Going for the nickname.
She falls down onto the bed with him though.]
You're usually the one that needs a diplomatic touch.
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Is that... the only kind of touch I need?
[ And he sure does raise a brow. Curious with her answer. ]
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No. Not at all.
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Whaaaaat kind of other touch were you thinking?
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[Her fingers complete their walk and reach his cheek, cupping it gently.]
The world has been unkind to you, Trevor. You deserve a little tenderness.
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Nothing I can't handle, right?
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