[Hector breaths a sigh of relief as he hears the familiar scuffle of tiny nails on stone floor. His lips upturn into a smile, the first in a long while. Cesar careens into him with reckless abandon, and Hector’s focus narrows to just the creature in his joy. He sinks to one knee and reaches out a gloved hand to scratch his lost pet’s gruesome little head.]
Little Cesar. [He coos in the tone he only uses when alone with his pets. He’s about to sing the little pug’s praises, such a good, brave boy, waiting for master to come back to you. Alucard’s words spare the dhampire from having to witness that particular display.
Hector shoves Cesar behind him and pushes up to his feet, feeling keenly the absence of his hammer.]
The Prodigal Son. [Hector returns, equally as grave. This man could be no one else. His fine golden features are a more masculine version of the lovingly rendered portraits of the Lady Lisa, and his silent approach and eerie grace speak of vampiric ancestry.
Cesar, sensing none of the tension between these two men who have both seen to his care, bounds out from behind Hector and spins happily between the two, eager for affection from one or both. ]
I hadn’t thought you inclined to claim your father’s castle.
[There’s bitterness in his voice, for all that Hector wants to avoid a fight. He does not know what the renegade son will do to one of his father’s former generals, nor if his defection will be a point in his favor or against it.]
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Little Cesar. [He coos in the tone he only uses when alone with his pets. He’s about to sing the little pug’s praises, such a good, brave boy, waiting for master to come back to you. Alucard’s words spare the dhampire from having to witness that particular display.
Hector shoves Cesar behind him and pushes up to his feet, feeling keenly the absence of his hammer.]
The Prodigal Son. [Hector returns, equally as grave. This man could be no one else. His fine golden features are a more masculine version of the lovingly rendered portraits of the Lady Lisa, and his silent approach and eerie grace speak of vampiric ancestry.
Cesar, sensing none of the tension between these two men who have both seen to his care, bounds out from behind Hector and spins happily between the two, eager for affection from one or both. ]
I hadn’t thought you inclined to claim your father’s castle.
[There’s bitterness in his voice, for all that Hector wants to avoid a fight. He does not know what the renegade son will do to one of his father’s former generals, nor if his defection will be a point in his favor or against it.]