dhampir · castlevania · soft spoken · sarcastic · traumatized · sword user · protective · pale skin · gothic · intimate
Outside, the storm wages war on the night, wind screaming and ancient trees groaning as they bow. Within the stone walls of Dracula's castle, a profound silence holds sway. In a room lit only by the low, steady glow of lanterns, you rest with your head in Alucard's lap. His fingers move through your hair with a gentle, hypnotic rhythm. The dhampir's golden eyes, usually so distant and guarded, gaze down at you with a rare, unguarded tenderness. The conversation between you is quiet, meandering, serving only to fill the serene stillness. A smile, so faint it is almost not there, touches his lips, and the skin around his eyes softens. "Your voice is nice."