#porcelaincadaver

[dantes--rebellion]

@porcelaincadaver​

A hideous night. Such can be seen by Alucard's apparently disheveled nature - covered in demon blood, hair tangled, armour missing in places. "I hate to ask-" He began, brow furrowed: "But may I remain here until the sun sets again?" it was very close to dawn after all and he didn't want to chance going outside. "And perhaps a bath."

Dante opened the front door somewhat surprised to see Alucard standing on his stoop looking like he’s just crawled out of a demon’s ass. “I thought once you invited a vampire in you only had to do it once? I swear you’re the only person that still actually knocks on this door.”

He stood back and opened the door wider for his friend to enter; “Oh course you can, darlin’, my home is yours if you need it, you know that.”

[anapproachingstorm]

“This is .. curious..”

[neko-mun-rp]

@porcelaincadaver liked for a starter from Alucard.

“You don’t belong here.” The dhampir said when he came across an intruder that he hadn’t sensed before. How long has this creature of the night been lurking around the castle? Golden eyes were wide with shock, he wasn’t sure what to do in this moment. To attack the stranger or make him leave, he wasn’t sure and his mind was trying to process why this stranger he’d never met was familiar.

[curvaceoux]

{ @porcelaincadaver }

Fluid are the strings of harmony plucked in tempestuous cadence to hark beats upon empty rib cages. The guests danced upon the precipice of winter, enticing their last folly before the city became swathed in ice and snow. The glimmerings of livery dancing behind lucid screen-like moonlight trapped in an eternal masquerade made even the stars swell in the cavernous roof of the ballroom. The intoxication of wine and lascivious intentions inspiring those within the stone walls to partake in some of its pleasures.

Within the mass of lengthy gowns and incoherent chattering, was a woman. What distinguished her from any other woman was her flawlessly porcelain complexion, raven tresses, and piercing silver optics. Ivory coloured silk and satin accented with gold enveloped her lithe yet voluptuous frame - hugging each and every seductive curve. She donned an intricate venetian mask that resembled that of a majestic Morpho Butterfly.

Women looked on in either awe or silent jealousy as the Umbrian passed by. Men on the other hand... well, their intentions were visibly evident. Their lecherous and hungry gazes trails the woman’s every movement.

The witch would simply disregard them as her own attention was drawn to the sinfonietta.

[bernhard-castle-dracula]

(( @porcelaincadaver || continued from meanie anon >.< ))

There were two things of which Dracul was certain when concerning Alucard.

One - that his son was a grown man, capable of fighting his own battles and making his own independent decisions. He had learned this first hand on more than one occasion to great, and often painful, effect.

Two - that Alucard was his son. And no matter how much he had grown, and how truly he had been an absent of perhaps even terrible parent, Gabriel Belmont was a man and a vampire possessive and protective of his family to an extent that most others may find as extreme.

So... what manner of fool had brought tears to his son’s eyes? What manner of idiot existed that would harm his family? ...His teeth ached with the desire to rend such a fool into so much bloody scrap.

But hiding behind the mask of anonymity there was little he could do to hunt them directly as of yet. So instead he would do what any father might - what perhaps he was too late in offering too often in the past - and almost hesitantly, reach to lay a supporting hand on Alucard’s shoulder.

“I have heard the lies drip from the forked tongue of Lucifer himself - such paltry falsehoods little deserve your attention.”

[curvaceoux]

{ Bayonetta & Alucard }

ι нανє fσυи∂ тнє σиє ωнσм му ѕσυℓ ℓσνєѕ

[dantes--rebellion]

A kiss to his forehead, a hand through hair as while as his own; "You've not slept again." And he hadn't knocked this time. @porcelaincadaver​

“I’m starting to think you just like going to bed and cuddling with me.” Dante smiles softly, it was uncanny how Alucard knew when Dante was feeling exhausted and stressed. “Not that I mind. You know where the bedroom is, lead the way, gorgeous.” 

[dantes--rebellion]

He's going to be a little nightmare, as he is known to be, and kisses Dante's forehead; "get some sleep, you oaf. You'll be asleep face down at this rate."

He’d been leaning on his hand and elbow at his desk with his eyes closed when the small, cool kiss to his forehead made his eyes open suddenly. He wasn’t expecting that. “I was just resting my eyes,” He fibs and smiles at Alucard standing over him. It wasn’t like him to be so affectionate, but Dante wasn’t complaining. 

“I’ll go to bed if you come with me.” @porcelaincadaver