[Sypha is settled against his shoulder before Alucard can say or do anything else, and from there, the whole of the situation well and truly dawns on him. Alucard had had time to mourn the loss of both his parents in life. Trevor had had even more time to do the same. Sypha's people had been with her to the end, and when the word speakers isn't said, the full weight of it settles all too heavily on Alucard.
There could be pockets of speakers that endure. But the ones that were a part of Sypha's line, they're gone now, aren't they?
He and Trevor have been in a strange space lately, refusing to label whatever thing exists between them now, now that they've kissed, now that they've shared a bed for as long as they've had. (Technically, Trevor is the bed.) Sypha's presence, how she might react to it, that's an unknown. Still is.
But it's so easy to shift so that the arm of the shoulder Sypha's leaning against is now wrapped around her, pulling her closer to Alucard's chest.]
There are so many inventors in Krimnos now. If there was a way to record a story so that the voice of the Speaker could be heard, they'd be the people to do it. And we could write them down too. That way there's a back up.
[A new tradition and the old. He doesn't say much more than that, but Alucard's eyes drift to Sypha's tail, how it rests against his all too pale hand, and he doesn't know if it's right but he gently wraps his free hand around it in hope of providing additional comfort.]
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There could be pockets of speakers that endure. But the ones that were a part of Sypha's line, they're gone now, aren't they?
He and Trevor have been in a strange space lately, refusing to label whatever thing exists between them now, now that they've kissed, now that they've shared a bed for as long as they've had. (Technically, Trevor is the bed.) Sypha's presence, how she might react to it, that's an unknown. Still is.
But it's so easy to shift so that the arm of the shoulder Sypha's leaning against is now wrapped around her, pulling her closer to Alucard's chest.]
There are so many inventors in Krimnos now. If there was a way to record a story so that the voice of the Speaker could be heard, they'd be the people to do it. And we could write them down too. That way there's a back up.
[A new tradition and the old. He doesn't say much more than that, but Alucard's eyes drift to Sypha's tail, how it rests against his all too pale hand, and he doesn't know if it's right but he gently wraps his free hand around it in hope of providing additional comfort.]