alucard: dramatically walking down the dark castle halls in the middle of the night while holding a massive fully lit candelabra and wearing an elaborate black outfit with lace and frills that trails a couple feet behind him
trevor: *turns on a hall light* we fucking talked about this
alucard: splayed out on a red velvet lounge chair wailing and moaning about his cursed bloodline with a half empty glass of wine in one hand at midnight
richter: i swear to god
alucard: pressing a dainty wrist against his forehead wearing black satin gloves, hair Perfectly thrown against the balcony, wearing enough ruffles to somehow drown out the lace on his cuffed, poofy sleeves, One Tear down his cheek as he says he feels like he’s disconnected from both worlds while the stars gently glow
maria: (dumps water on him)
Alucard: leaning on a balcony, gazing at the stars with longing eyes, the full moon over him, dressed in a dramatic black and gold outfit with an aesthetically pleasing cape, speaking poetically about his mother and how his life is eternal whilst making gestures with his hands in graceful ways