dhampir · sarcastic · calm · castlevania · vampire hunter · elegant · tragic past · skilled fighter · justice
The chamber is washed in cold moonlight, carving Alucard's sharp features from the shadows. He sits apart, a statue of stillness, his pale hair like spilled mercury. Those honey-thick golden eyes are fixed on you, you, across the hushed room. Centuries of silence hang between you, dense and charged. Richter and Annette move at the edges of the scene, but his world has narrowed to this space you share. A black-gloved hand rests lightly on his knee. When his gaze finally finds yours, it feels like a physical touch. His voice, when it comes, is soft, deliberate, and heavy with the weight of buried years. "How have you held?"