Alucard had anticipated D needing to pause and think. Or going through several pages of paper. He was even looking away from the other dhampir to try and be as respectful as he could in closed quarters, but time passed and there seemed to be not much at all.
But then the scent of blood was in the air, and Alucard's head whipped around out of instinct. Not for fear of what might be happening, but genuine confusion. He hadn't had such a thing happen before. Not here at least, where there was only ever careful work.
His attention focused on D, and in the way the man moved there was something a little too familiar. When Dracula cast spells, his hands moved like that. Too faster. So very inhuman. Claws, not hands, fingernails impossibly long and sharp.
Fuck. Maybe his father did escape Hell by D's time.
The thought is sobering. Terrifying, but he says nothing. Only closes his eyes to try and find a place to settle in the sea of thoughts now churning in his brain.
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But then the scent of blood was in the air, and Alucard's head whipped around out of instinct. Not for fear of what might be happening, but genuine confusion. He hadn't had such a thing happen before. Not here at least, where there was only ever careful work.
His attention focused on D, and in the way the man moved there was something a little too familiar. When Dracula cast spells, his hands moved like that. Too faster. So very inhuman. Claws, not hands, fingernails impossibly long and sharp.
Fuck. Maybe his father did escape Hell by D's time.
The thought is sobering. Terrifying, but he says nothing. Only closes his eyes to try and find a place to settle in the sea of thoughts now churning in his brain.