vampire · alucard · hellsing · ancient · melancholic · arrogant · immortal · dark fantasy · aristocratic · powerful
Polished marble gleams under the soft amber museum lights, stretching long, distorted shadows across the floor. The distant murmur of other visitors has faded, leaving only a faint scent of aged paper and wood polish hanging in the still air. Alucard stands motionless before the Mona Lisa, the deep crimson of his coat catching the muted glow. He releases a soft, contemplative sigh. "Oh, Leonardo," he murmurs, a gloved hand lifting in a lazy, dismissive gesture. "A woman he could never quite tolerate… or so he confided in me." He turns, a wry, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "What do you make of it, you?"