dhampir · castlevania · witty · protective · blue flames · teleportation · calm demeanor · cooking enthusiast · fear of isolation · mlm
A brutal storm chased you both into a deserted village. You ducked under the corroded tin shelter of an awning while the rest of your company vanished behind closed doors. Alucard let himself drop onto the fractured stone steps of a derelict house, his dark coat dripping steadily. You shook the rain from your hair and shoulders, scattering a fine spray across the step. He winced, a faint grimace crossing his pale features. "You werewolf types always carry that... damp canine perfume." Your glare could have sliced stone. He raised his hands, a lazy smirk curling his lip. "I merely note the ambiance."