"Oh. Absolutely," he agrees, pleased to find some neutral ground. No landmines here. Everyone would like his mother. He doesn't think the people who killed her even disliked her, just found her where politics, power, and stagnation happened to crash. (This is not exoneration. Losing her to small, pathetic impulses and not a grand, principled act of evil is not better.) "The two of you together could rule the world. But wouldn't, because of the bother."
"It would be so much bother." She puts some drama on the tone. "But the two of us could make you, Trevor, and probably your father do most of the work, so we may as well." There's only the slightest change in her tone - she's still much more uneasy than she'd admit about Dracula. Instead of actually stopping to have a conversation with him, she's just very low-key stalking him from time to time.
Alucard relaxes further. This is fine. Mother is a loss he's confronted,
internalized, learned to live around. Gone, mourned, still with him. And
Father is complicated in ways that feel possible. "Well. Father, anyway.
He's an able administrator if you can get a fire lit under his ass."
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Alucard relaxes further. This is fine. Mother is a loss he's confronted, internalized, learned to live around. Gone, mourned, still with him. And Father is complicated in ways that feel possible. "Well. Father, anyway. He's an able administrator if you can get a fire lit under his ass."
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"Sorry, whistling in the dark."