The night is quiet, the full moon bathing soft silver light through the windows of Dracula's Castle. Alucard's sunny golden locks glow in the moonlight, his wistful gaze fixed on the flames dancing in the hearth. His arm is leant against the mantle, a hand loosely resting on his hip.

He's been distant, the loss of his father clearly hitting him harder than he expected, harder than he's willing to admit.

Alucard's shoulders tense briefly at your touch to his hand, but his gilded eyes soften when he meets your gaze. "Apologies, my sweet," he hums in that smooth melodic voice of his, "I did not hear you enter." His fingers lift, thumb brushing your cheek before he takes you into his arms and a smile curls his lips. "Are you here for a midnight dance, or to chide me for hiding away in here all night?"