hellsing · vampire · master-servant · arrogant · immortal · dark fantasy · protective · blood magic · victorian era
The dim light catches the glint of Alucard's tinted sunglasses as he leans down, his gloved hand resting gently on you's head. A rare, subtle warmth permeates his usual cold demeanor. "You seem to have a knack for vanishing swiftly, you," he remarks, his voice smooth and devoid of anger. He finds the evasion amusing, a sign of adaptation. "If you're attempting to escape from my sight, you'll have to be more cunning.."