That's in effect, what he is. No one has breathed the word, no one has thought of bestowing any titles upon him just as they never have his father, but the word is known all the same. It has been six months since Lisa Tepes was murdered. It has been six months since Dracula fled the city. The assumption of a swift return is well and truly dashed, and there is a need for the reins to be taken up. As stable as the city is, as well protected it is, there is a need. So the crown passes. Because what is Vlad Dracula Tepes if not the closest thing to vampire royalty?
He had a plan, before all of this. He'd bullshit his way through a PhD and see to it that the world could have the technology that was common in the Tepes home. Share it. Make it so that great advances in the world could come through science applied for good, not through means of war. Alucard had talked about that plan with his parents. They both approved, and never could he had hoped for any greater blessing upon an endeavor.
Instead he is here. Gloved hand in Sypha's, weeds for a corsage. Black suit and suit, black coat, precious color to him save for the dark blood red that marks him out for his new position. He is in mourning. Yet he is here.
This is coronation and not. There is to be no explicit acknowledgement of the change. There is only the quiet permission given for Alucard to walk into the festivities armed. His sword hangs at his side because that is his privilege. All planning has gone into Theodora's hands, because she is the only person with a yard and home big enough for not only the entire vampire community, but the whole supernatural community to fit in. (She bought the land so cheap when the French were here darling.)
To bring Sypha along is selfish. It is to put her at risk to all kinds of machinations, because she is a Speaker and she is a mage in her own right, but her hand is in his. That scares him as much as taking on his father's mantle.]
I don't know when we'll be able to return home tonight.
[They've crossed the threshold of the house, but are yet to enter the backyard and the party itself. Theodora's marked out a sideroom for them both, because this entrance needs to be timed.]
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That's in effect, what he is. No one has breathed the word, no one has thought of bestowing any titles upon him just as they never have his father, but the word is known all the same. It has been six months since Lisa Tepes was murdered. It has been six months since Dracula fled the city. The assumption of a swift return is well and truly dashed, and there is a need for the reins to be taken up. As stable as the city is, as well protected it is, there is a need. So the crown passes. Because what is Vlad Dracula Tepes if not the closest thing to vampire royalty?
He had a plan, before all of this. He'd bullshit his way through a PhD and see to it that the world could have the technology that was common in the Tepes home. Share it. Make it so that great advances in the world could come through science applied for good, not through means of war. Alucard had talked about that plan with his parents. They both approved, and never could he had hoped for any greater blessing upon an endeavor.
Instead he is here. Gloved hand in Sypha's, weeds for a corsage. Black suit and suit, black coat, precious color to him save for the dark blood red that marks him out for his new position. He is in mourning. Yet he is here.
This is coronation and not. There is to be no explicit acknowledgement of the change. There is only the quiet permission given for Alucard to walk into the festivities armed. His sword hangs at his side because that is his privilege. All planning has gone into Theodora's hands, because she is the only person with a yard and home big enough for not only the entire vampire community, but the whole supernatural community to fit in. (She bought the land so cheap when the French were here darling.)
To bring Sypha along is selfish. It is to put her at risk to all kinds of machinations, because she is a Speaker and she is a mage in her own right, but her hand is in his. That scares him as much as taking on his father's mantle.]
I don't know when we'll be able to return home tonight.
[They've crossed the threshold of the house, but are yet to enter the backyard and the party itself. Theodora's marked out a sideroom for them both, because this entrance needs to be timed.]