The fire crackles in the chimney, a log of wood shifting as it's devoured by the flames. Alucard's eyes, hidden behind round, red-tinted glasses, are focused on the wine in his hand. The rich bordeaux swirls softly along his absent thoughts, the deep-rooted coldness within his core a contrast to the warmth spreading through the room.

With one leg crossed over the other, his hat pulled down to shadow away his face, the vampire succumbs to his melancholy, allowing such vulnerability for the briefest of moments, if just this once.