[Alucard grew up vaguely aware of the Belmonts but never having to take them seriously. Or any monster hunting type of family, not really. The castle could move. The castle was always nestled snuggly in the mountains of Romania or the Balkans or wherever else Dracula felt was needed. He grew up learning how to defend himself, and all too aware that even among vampires, he was unique in power because he was still the son of Dracula.
So their downfall had mattered little. It was only when Trevor entered his life that Alucard truly sat down and looked at what the reality of being a Belmont was - looking out to the world, rather than the grim night work that had been the family's tradition since the the late 1000s and early 1100s. Nearly a millennia of work, and within modern Romania (after the geopolitics of WWI and II, then the communists). In theory, Alucard knows that the European social elite world was a place Trevor once walked. In theory, that meant dressing like this.
None of that matters. And none of Alucard's skills help mute his reaction either. His eyebrows go up, his eyes widen, and there is a soft noise of being truly impressed and a little overwhelmed at how well fit Trevor's clothes are in this moment. The colors are all too obvious, he does need to maintain those family traditions, but the rest of it? It's nearly obscene how perfect he looks.
Then Alucard thanks Sypha in the back of his mind that they're going to get at least two more days of Trevor in this get up. Best Sypha. The best.
Alucard takes the hand when it's offered, aware that there's a faint touch of red in his cheeks. On a human, they'd be burning red.]
Only for those who need it. I managed to get in touch with Sypha.
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So their downfall had mattered little. It was only when Trevor entered his life that Alucard truly sat down and looked at what the reality of being a Belmont was - looking out to the world, rather than the grim night work that had been the family's tradition since the the late 1000s and early 1100s. Nearly a millennia of work, and within modern Romania (after the geopolitics of WWI and II, then the communists). In theory, Alucard knows that the European social elite world was a place Trevor once walked. In theory, that meant dressing like this.
None of that matters. And none of Alucard's skills help mute his reaction either. His eyebrows go up, his eyes widen, and there is a soft noise of being truly impressed and a little overwhelmed at how well fit Trevor's clothes are in this moment. The colors are all too obvious, he does need to maintain those family traditions, but the rest of it? It's nearly obscene how perfect he looks.
Then Alucard thanks Sypha in the back of his mind that they're going to get at least two more days of Trevor in this get up. Best Sypha. The best.
Alucard takes the hand when it's offered, aware that there's a faint touch of red in his cheeks. On a human, they'd be burning red.]
Only for those who need it. I managed to get in touch with Sypha.