[Alucard has had a lifetime of his father's moods and dramatics. They have been uncommon (or at least he's been kept away from the worst of them), but not wholly alien. So while there has been some immunity built up to that presence, that immunity is not total. There are occasions where all the legends and truths within them are all too apparent. Like now.
For all the presence, for all that opening tone is a thing to be feared, Alucard's not about to shrink in his seat. He keeps himself upright, hands resting on the arms of the chair. There's a sense of not calm or even confidence, but of accepting that wherever this goes, it is well worth it.
That aura is likely to disappear in a moment or so, but for now, it lingers. Makes it so much easier to meet his father's eyes without flinching.]
Father.
[Cool. Collected. Ready to see where this ends, if only to get it over with.]
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For all the presence, for all that opening tone is a thing to be feared, Alucard's not about to shrink in his seat. He keeps himself upright, hands resting on the arms of the chair. There's a sense of not calm or even confidence, but of accepting that wherever this goes, it is well worth it.
That aura is likely to disappear in a moment or so, but for now, it lingers. Makes it so much easier to meet his father's eyes without flinching.]
Father.
[Cool. Collected. Ready to see where this ends, if only to get it over with.]