[If he weren't properly feared as the lord of the night with all of the denizens of hell at his disposal, it might almost be comical to observe the way Vlad has been quasi-drifting around the castle over the past week, in the times when he isn't attached to Lisa's side. He stays occupied, of course, and never gives off the impression of being at a loss, but sometimes he simply turns up in odd places as though out of a lack of anything better to do, and sometimes he skulks without properly making his presence known, as though trying to keep to himself while still keeping tabs on his family, too.
It's telling, perhaps, that he always favors Lisa. Even if it weren't for the natural possessiveness and protectiveness that has arisen out of the recent events in Târgoviște, he would still largely choose to seek out his wife over his son, given the choice. But perhaps that's a mixture of blessing and curse in a time like this, when Alucard needs his own space to process his thoughts, and certainly dreads the thought of being confronted with his father's presence with no warning.
The organ plays for around half of the hour that Lisa and Vlad are absent. For the other half, it's quiet, which is likewise a mixed blessing — no shouting, but no apparent indication of what they might be doing instead.
Eventually, though, the time comes to reunite, and it's Vlad who makes his appearance first, which means Lisa must not be far behind. Still, he's imposing as he enters, tall and broad and still with an air of brooding that burns like embers behind his eyes. His one concession to relaxing seems to be that Lisa has convinced him to take his cape off, but otherwise, he's every bit the vampire that terrified men whisper about in the shadows.
Son, he intones — his first direct acknowledgement of Alucard since he'd woken up and found them in the parlor. He'd been keeping hands-off up until now for the sake of preserving the peace and stillness among them, but it seems that time has come to an end.]
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It's telling, perhaps, that he always favors Lisa. Even if it weren't for the natural possessiveness and protectiveness that has arisen out of the recent events in Târgoviște, he would still largely choose to seek out his wife over his son, given the choice. But perhaps that's a mixture of blessing and curse in a time like this, when Alucard needs his own space to process his thoughts, and certainly dreads the thought of being confronted with his father's presence with no warning.
The organ plays for around half of the hour that Lisa and Vlad are absent. For the other half, it's quiet, which is likewise a mixed blessing — no shouting, but no apparent indication of what they might be doing instead.
Eventually, though, the time comes to reunite, and it's Vlad who makes his appearance first, which means Lisa must not be far behind. Still, he's imposing as he enters, tall and broad and still with an air of brooding that burns like embers behind his eyes. His one concession to relaxing seems to be that Lisa has convinced him to take his cape off, but otherwise, he's every bit the vampire that terrified men whisper about in the shadows.
Son, he intones — his first direct acknowledgement of Alucard since he'd woken up and found them in the parlor. He'd been keeping hands-off up until now for the sake of preserving the peace and stillness among them, but it seems that time has come to an end.]