[Alucard's eyes remain on his own work. He drops the broad brush, exchanging it for something with finer bristles. From that streak little lines are brushed out. Not veins, not tree branches, just more abstract lines.]
Being this close to so many people is far too unnerving. [adrian you grew up in a giant castle in fuck all nowhere for most of your life] The decor and art though. That I like.
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Being this close to so many people is far too unnerving. [adrian you grew up in a giant castle in fuck all nowhere for most of your life] The decor and art though. That I like.