I think we need to compare notes at some point soon. I think yours might be able to give me a run for it.

[Alucard can't remember how much he's told Hilda of his parent's courtship. His mother stabbing a bat into the castle door when first meeting his father and then dressing him down for the total lack of hospitality. Literally everything about his father. Their loss has gotten a little bit better with time, but he had time to mourn before arriving in Abraxas too. They're gone. For good. Hilda...who's to say what she might find when she goes home?

It's the least appropriate thought for the moment, all wrapped up in each other and teasing like this. A soft, warm laugh escapes the dhampir as he leans his head further to the side, ensuring there's more neck to kiss.]

You can fix it elaborately then, and we'll see how long the design lasts.

[A little exhale follows the warm lips pressing against his neck. Turns out, vampires like neck stuff being done to them too.]

I won't mind if they are.