Well Dressed and Blind - MxM and getting risque

[iprince]

It was a perfectly ravishing disguise. The lovely folds of polished white fur that cascaded around his form, hugging it tight to his lithe, unusual, human body. The coat, albino mink or polar bear, some other foreign animal he had no interest in figuring out, had no doubt been expensive. The pretty copper penny it had cost would have been better off staying in it's previous owners pocket. Especially when such a coat attracted the blind eyes of Jaseubi. What a wonderful coat it was. He reveled in the feeling of the smooth suede brushing against his bare skin beneath. Who needed a shirt or vest with such a wondrous thing as this?

Jaseubi cast a backwards glance at the mangled body, strewn with limbs askew in the shadows of the alleyway. Blood lay in great pools against the garbage, and torn bits of skin and flesh scattered about. The thing, for that was all it was anymore, looked half-eaten, and flies had already begun their decent upon the carcass. Jasuebi licked his lips, tasting flecks of sweet, copper life against his fat tongue. It had been good while it was fresh, but now it was no longer fit for him. Not a Marionette of his handsome beauty.

The world went black as Jaseubi plucked his monocle from his eye, to clean the dark spots of blood from the glass. He stood rigid in still, his every movement calculated so it made the least of noise. He hated travelling like this, a human, with dull pathetic senses. They were dead to the world, so incapable of hearing, taste, smell, to any level of value. And he, being the tragic blind beauty that he was, was defenseless as they in this form. If it were not his duty to his Cast to seduce some adequate soul they could prey upon he would not do it at all. If it were not for the fact that his Puppet Master was irrational and insane, he would not do it even for that.

But no blind Euclides would stand a chance against a Puppet Master, and Jaseubi was too fond of his life to let it slip between his fingers for nothing more than insecurity in a world of differently blinded fools. But oh how he hated the grotesquely chaotic way that god-be-d**ned Insanity ran his Theatre. If it weren't for the others, if it weren't for their pity...

Jaseubi pushed his monocle back over his eye, blinking rapidly a few scant minutes until the dark magic that held it together kicked in upon his optic nerves. The alley slowly faded into a colorless vision, with shapes and forms blurred and gray. It gradually became crisp, but not completely clear. Jaseubi took the time to fill his defected vision with the lay of the alley before turning on heel and stalking fluidly from the scene, to creep between the alleyways, searching for more adequate prey.

[Vyn]

Leto stalked down the alley, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pinstriped pants and his mind dancing with the thought of a good meal. There was blood everywhere, a wounded human perhaps? Yet, the blood was staling, dying, and with it the chance for an easy meal for the night. Luckily, though, Leto caught another sent mingled within the blood that caught his fancy.

An Euclides was nearby. In fact, it was probably the source of the blood.

A slow smile touched Leto's elegantly sculpted features and he began to move again. Leto slid through the darkness with perfect ease, well adjusted to seeing through the thickest darkness without the least amount of effort.

A final corner and Leto was standing in a back alley, facing a beautiful male draped in elegant white fur. He seemed monetarily distracted with cleaning blood off his monocle and the vampire/lycan halfling took a second to eye the ravaged corpse that was the lovely figure's backdrop.

"G'evening..."

He greeted smoothly, his voice finally streaked with a strange accent. It was an isolated one, common only to the town he'd grown up in and Leto rarely heard it spoken since he left. Nonetheless, his mind was not on a distant home, instead it was on the male before him.

"Marionette, correct?"

The scent was not hard to find, though form was quite different it was hard to mistake the soulless scent of an Euclides. The rank was just a guess, though he was sure only Marionette's could turn so fully human and be so effortlessly beautiful.

[iprince]

Jaseu's ears quivered at the sound of footsteps smattering off the cold cobbled ground. He was long expecting someone to appear before Leto ever did. Even in this pathetically deadened form Jaseu's senses were slightly enhanced. Whether from blindness, or from being a Euclides, he did not know. Nor did he really care.

A smile crept upon his lips, cold and malicious in it's pale form. Could prey so easily come to him, rather than he to it? The thought sent pleasant shivers down his spine and the thin hairs of his sinewy arms a lift. The greeting warmed him, but not as it should. Such a pretty, foreign, voice no doubt meant a pretty piece of meat as well. He raked his tongue across his teeth before turning with such elegance grace, towards his addresser.

Jaseu's thin, pale lips parted to return the greeting, but his teeth clicked with force as he snapped his mouth shut once again. Marionette? This was no human! From the monochrome vision his monocle opted to give him, he could see very little difference. Certainly this was not a Euclides? No, sniffing the air as quietly and politely as he could, he caught the sent. Vampire, the boy stank of blood. But there was something else as well, something muffled.

Jaseu's smile returned, a slow creeping thing over his pale visage. He nodded his head, plucking the tall, white top hat he wore into the air with an elegant arc of his arms,"Quite correct, my lovely sir." The hat was dropped back onto his head and pulled tight over his eyes, casting a shadow against the obvious blindess just soft enough to make it seem like he were hiding it, without ever really doing so. He was a master at his tricks.

"And you smell of vampire. I assume you're either one of their pretty little blood dolls, or one yourself?" A blood doll would explain that extra scent.

[Vyn]

Leto was pleasantly surprised that he'd been correct, partly because he enjoyed the company of the various Euclides in this city and partly because he was glad his guess had been correct. Absently the young half vampire ran his pale gave over the stranger before him, he was quite beautiful draped in the perfect white fur. The color suited him, bringing Leto to believe that he was possibly had dominantly white fur in his proper form.

"I am indeed a vampire, though I'm more than just one of their dolls."

The thought brought a familiar twinge of depression. He was more than just a vampire too. Most Euclides could sense it, but if he played his cards right they got along just fine. Quite unlike their reactions to the full lycans of the city. In all honesty, Leto knew he walked a thin and wretched line between the two species, though he was lucky to be far more in control of himself than the other lycans he'd seen.

Pulling his mind from thoughts of heritage he returned his attention to the one before him. Such a pale, lovely male was notably deserving of all his attention. His green gaze flickered to the monocle for a moment, suspecting blindness but feeling no reason to bring it to attention.

Elegantly he dipped his head, affecting a charming bow before sliding back into his previous poise. "I am Leto Nevaeh, and you are..?"

[iprince]

"Jaseubi,"he smirked, playing the corners of his lips to twitch,"And alas, without a last name, as Euclide tend to be." He cocked his head and stretched an arm out towards the rough brick wall beside him. Gloveless fingertips pressed against the wrinkled rock, and he stepped closer until his palm was flat. Using this as a guide he slunk along the wall, ears attent and open, listening for the soft breathing of the young man before him. He didn't need to do any of this, of course, but it was so much easier to get attention if he played the helpless cripple. He stopped a few feet in front of the boy.

"You've an odd lilt, Monsieur Navaeh, where might you be from?" even through his monocle Jaseubi could not tell that. The boy was frail, but black and white, and no tell tale sign of different origin could be seen with his blurry vision. The accent was so strange though, nothing he'd ever heard before. Jaseu had run into foreign people before. Africans, Indians, Scots, Irish men. This sounded like none of them, and he'd not seen many foreign vampires in his country before. It puzzled him greatly.

The smell of rotting carcass invaded his senses, reminding him of the body that lay behind. It would be smart to flee the scene before any human's came to investigate it. They traveled in packs when commotions such as this occur, and Jaseubi did not want to be a round when globs of stinking, defensive prey turned the corner.

He wouldn't choose his prey so openly, so dangerously, as that.

Keeping one hand on the wall, still, he stretched out his right arm, crooked at the elbow,"Would you mind walking with me, Monsieur? We should leave before someone finds that carcass and believes one of us the killer." His smirk grew teasingly. Of course one of them -was- the killer, but that meant very little Jaseubi at the moment. The pretty little thing in front of him was much more intriguing that being caught or exalted for a crime he most certainly had enjoyed committing.

His cast was going to have to wait for their next meal. Jaseubi was...preoccupied, and much more interesting in his personal doings than a task set before him by some idiot Insanity.

[Vyn]

Leto smiled understandingly, dipping his head though his words were stopped by the curiosity of watching him move. The motions seemed overly exaggerated, but he found himself more preoccupied with making himself slightly easier to hear. Shifting ever so slightly so that his shoe caused a light scuff over the cobbles he'd been standing upon.

"It is called Dausk...an odd little town in all honestly... Very isolated." There was something mixed between longing and bitterness shining on his oddly accented voice. It had been his home for so long and he often missed it dearly, however he held far more resentment for the cruel town's reaction to his species than missing it. Neither emotion was pleasant, but he never regretted leaving. The only problem he could find would be Jaseubi recognizing Dausk as a Lycan City.

The blind Euclide's comment of carcass brought his mind back to the corpse and the smell of dead blood that made his stomach lurch unpleasantly. Leaving did indeed sound like a good idea.

"Not at all, Jaseubi." Gracefully he stepped forward, slipping his arm around the crooked elbow and hooking him lightly, though closely, to himself. He was enjoying this one's company quite a lot, far more than the overly arrogant Kujien that he often spent company with. "Where too, Monsieur?" Leto purred in his light voice.

[iprince]

Jaseu did not miss the odd tone that beautiful accent lilted upon those words of home. Had something upset him there? Did he leave, not because he wanted to, but because he had to? Jaseu's thoughts didn't linger long on the idea. "Dausk you say? It's a strange name, I've never heard of it before, but if it's as isolated as you say, I can certainly see why." He stared, not directly at, but near where Leto was, he followed him with his gaze as he walked, but had to stop when those footsteps diminished into near silence.

Leto was on his right side now. Jaseu could truly not see him with that naked eye. The touch came almost suddenly, but Jaseu stifled the involuntary twitching his nerves wished upon his body. Smiling he craned his neck, and the nervous feeling of real blindness left him as the blurry shape of the young vampire was once again in range.

"Thank-you, little Leto,"he dipped his head again in sincerity, allowing useless eyes to flutter part ways shut,"And we shan't be walking anywhere in particular, I should think, just somewhere away from that horrid smell,"his nose wrinkled at the thought. That, and the humans that were surely to come if any one of their disgusting little group spotted the half-eaten carcass.

The brick scrapped his hand as he started along, absently using both it and his minor vision to guide himself through the dark alleyways,"What was such a thing as yourself doing in the back alleyways of whore houses anyway, young Monsieur? Looking for a meal as well?" his pale smile quirked to a cocky, humored grin. Whores were the easiest prey to capture...they came right along with any man that flashed a nickle their way. They were not so suitable in the devouring of souls, sadly, no one wished to view the memories, desires, and fears of such an over-used creature.

[Vyn]

Leto was surprised by the flood of relief that prickled through him at Jaseu's words. Why was it so important to him that this Euclides was unaware of his Lycan heritage. Lying would get him in a worse off situation when the time came that it was revealed. With such strong pulls on night of the full moon it was unlikely that Leto would be able to hide it forever.

"I believe it means to go without notice. The inhabitants are...secretive at very least." It seemed he had inherited more than he thought from them, and yet he couldn't bring himself to mention the other side of his heritage.

Leto, noticing the slight twitch, smiled warmly and forgot completely about his heritage in the remembrance that Jaseu could not fully see him.

"A wonderful idea, Jaseu."

He cooed pleasantly, keeping himself close to the human-cloaked Euclides. Leto's intentions of getting far away from the corpse were stemmed from both discovery and hunger. Humans he could easily fend off, though senseless murder did not suite in him the least. However, his hunger was another thing entirely. A lust beneath the skin, a silent craving that, while controlled easily enough, made him horribly unfocused as the craving tended to block out most other thoughts.

As Jaseu continued to lean against the bricks Leto flashed another smooth smile that he was rather sure his attractive companion couldn't truly see. "If you want, you can lean on me." He was aware of how uncomfortable it must've been, trying to use both the wall and Leto as markers through a darkened alley.

"As to why I was in the alley." Leto chuckled. "Hunger indeed lead me here, as with a strong sent of fresh blood... Well, before it staled." He shook his head. "Dead blood is unappetizing to a vampire as dead flesh is to an Euclides."

Leto wasn't fond of whores, they were simple prey. Easy to hunt, happy to give themselves up in many ways. However, their blood was usually as lacking as their souls. Many sought death, slow and agonizing making their blood bitter and unpleasant, though they were often grateful to let themselves go. However, Leto had found a good many who took pleasure in their job, and their blood had been far sweeter...far more appealing. A low sigh fell from him, tinted with a hungry purr. His blood lust was shimmering beneath the surface...waiting.

[iprince]

Jaseu's brow rose at the invitation. He nodded his head slowly and, carefully, as if he didn't really want to do it, let go of the wall. His forearm pressed against Leto's ribs, under the young man's arm,"Thank-you." There was something unusual about the boy, just the feel of his arm, his body, against Jaseu. It felt too warm, even through the thick, fur coat he had so elegantly draped across his shoulders. Vampires never felt too warm.

He brushed the thought to the back of his mind. He'd dwell on it later. Maybe it was just the coat. Or maybe this boy was a half-breed, as uncommon as it was for a Vampire to mate with it's prey. His lip curled in distaste at the thought. Mating with humans, he almost laughed, that brought a whole new meaning to ' playing with one's food'.

"I could easily believe that so. Dead meat and dead blood go hand in hand, once it's gone cold, and the flies have begun to nest, there's no sense in continuing with it,"he shook his head,"If only they were to last longer, it wouldn't take nearly so long to attract a Cast's meal." As well as get a meal of his own. He was the lowest ranking Euclides in his cast, the bottom of the pecking order. He sneer involuntarily. And they made him the one to find their meals.

Jaseu's foot scuffed across the outer edge of a wall, his hand flung out again to find it. Cautiously, a bit more than he truly needed to be even if he were blind, he guided himself and Leto around the bend, until they were strolling out of few in the back alleys, the one's that climbed in long rows between the houses. Very few, other than whores who had already found a customer to be taken by, ever travelled back there this late at night.

"Perhaps we will find new prey together,"his sneer melted into a charming smile, and he tilted his head to 'look' at Leto, careful to make his misty gaze unfocused and incorrect,"A foreign boy like yourself, and an Marionette such as I. It should be simple. Tell me,"he lifted his left hand and slowly, with fingers extended before the palm, sought out Leto's pretty face. They touched the edge of his chin first, then slid up until the full span of his hand was flat against the young man's cheek,"Are you a Marionette among vampires? You've a pretty voice, monsieur, have you a face to match it?"

Was it not too perfect that, being blind, few people had qualms against him touching them? Seeing them in his own way. The corner of his lips twitched with the merriment of his own deceit. Such beautiful faces he could lay his hands upon, without ever being ridiculed for it.

[Vyn]

Leto smiled, fascinated by Jaseu's movements as well as his new closeness. He was careful to keep a careful hold, never too tight but never so loose as to make him seem careless. "You're very welcome." He purred out, absently forgetting that his touch was unlike most vampires. Being part werewolf gave him quite a few exceptions to normal vampirism.

Of all the tiny quirks and differences, the most notable was that he was not dead though he smelt as any vampire did. As much as it disgusted him, he knew he could stomach food besides blood and he could walk under the light of the sun without turning into a human bonfire, though it stung his eyes without mercy.

Pressed against the soft white fur of Jaseu's coat Leto's mind finally snapped back into focus. There was another thing, something which might reveal him for what he was: his touch did not contain the vampire's usual deathly chill. However, as Jaseu had said nothing, Leto did not speak up either. He didn't want his time with this charming male to be ended by such a trivial thing as heritage.

"True." Leto wrinkled his nose in disgust. Blood was best fresh and warm, when the flavor was still perfectly rich. A light tilt touched his head, causing lovely blue black hair to fall over his pure emerald eyes. Quietly he wondered what had caused the moment of distaste but after a moment his mind was once again distracted by Jaseu's movements.

Something about them always seemed lightly over exaggerated though it was understandable. Leto had never shared company with the blind before, and his eyesight had always been keen. He had no idea what it would be like to be blind though he didn't fancy the idea of being blind. For a moment he looked away from Jaseu, examining their surroundings and assuring himself that they were alone.

"Perhaps..." Leto cooed back, enjoying the charming hint and allowing himself to be taken in by it. "Your beauty alone could attract enough curious souls to feed your entire Cast." The thought of death brought his mind back to blood, he hadn't fed yet tonight and thought of finding prey was a wonderful one.

A gentle shiver ran up his spine at the feeling of Jaseu's hand on his cheek. Leto was secretly surprised how much will power it took to keep himself from purring with pleasure at the contact. It'd been quite some time since he'd been this close to anyone, but he was enjoying the socialization.

It was finally Jaseu's words that elicited the gentle purr from Leto. "To my town I believe I was. I was treated like a beautiful doll at very least." He smiled softly, slender fingers sliding up to lightly dance along Jaseu's hand.

Leto wasn't usually vain, but when he had still been a prince he'd been called beautiful. His mother had used him like a doll, putting him on display for other Lycan villages. However, vampiric tastes did not bide well among the Lycan society.

[iprince]

Jaseu chuckled softly, his misty breath puffing out into the dark air between them, white crystals of water vapor. He said nothing as he stroked Leto's check with his thumb. The skin was so soft, so warm. So very much unlike that of a vampires. He smelled like one though, and the paleness of his skin through Jaseu's monocle was correct. It baffled the Euclide, and now it began to take a toll on his curiosity. How could the undead feel so alive?

"A doll? That sounds hardly befitting of you,"his brow shot towards his hairline, where only a few elegant strands of snowy, solid white could be seen beneath the top hat. He wasn't old, certainly not where Euclide were concerned, but his fur color was absolute in any form he took. Jaseu was not ashamed of it, it have him a ghostly, beautiful appearance. Unusual and alluring in itself. It made him look older than he was, to that of a mature, aristocratic gentleman.

Slowly, almost teasingly, Jaseu let his hand slip away from Leto's cheek, his fingers pressed like butterfly kisses against the young man's skin. His nails ever so lightly tickled the end of his cheekbone before disappearing off of him completely. Jaseu slid his hand into his pocket, something he was not oft to do, and looked away,"Perhaps they thought you one to dote upon." He remembered the edge of bitterness in Leto's voice when he had first spoken of his city,"Or perhaps they thought you unworthy of labor. Was your life in Dausk a happy one, Leto?" It was a cruel thing to say, he knew, but he was curious. Not only about this breathtaking creature's past life, but what he was, for surely, he was no pure-blooded vampire. Besides, Euclide were known for courtesy, not kindness.

His voice softened with humor once again,"But forget that,"let the boy dwell on his assumptions, let him worry, if that's what it would take for Jaseu to get his answers,"I am still in need of prey, and I should think you are as well, my pretty doll." The bloodlust was all too easy to sense, no vampire was capable of masking that, their most primal urge, from such a sensitive creature as a Euclides. "Mayhap we can do some hunting together?" he titled his head and cocked a slender, white eyebrow in question,"For if my beauty alone can attract enough my prey to feed my entire cast, I should think that, if what you claim is true, yours should do twice as well."

On cue, his smile saddened, but behind his pale, white eyes he laughed,"That is if you wouldn't mind lending your services to a blind man. I wouldn't wish to hinder you." And it would be much easier to attract adequate prey with this pretty little thing at his side. If not the whores, looking for handsome customers, or late-leaving gentlemen who's tastes ran astray, then the officers. It would be only too easy to cause a disturbance in front of one or two lone patrol men. Their sticks and barely luminescent lanterns would do little to stay a Euclides and a Vampire, bent on gorging themselves and a dedication to a powerful Cast.

Jaseu's tongue unconsciously peeked between his lips, wetting them with anticipation.

[Vyn]

Leto absently began to lean into the touch, enjoying the gentle touch of Jaseu's hand. His eyes closed as he responded, a faint but bitter smile touching his full lips.

"It wasn't, and it honestly didn't last long."

Once again the bitterness danced onto his tongue but he pushed it away as he opened his eyes again to peer at Jaseu's flawlessly beautiful features. A light smile tinted his own features, resisting the temptation to lean after the retreating touch.

The vampire cross breed listened without interruption, a pained flicker danced through his eyes and was gone in a flash. He supposed now would be the proper time to admit he truth behind his heritage.

"Happy? No...not really. I wasn't...like the others." He closed his eyes again, thinking back to his time with his mother and sister. "The Lycanthropes in my village great dislike vampire...so my mixed heritage was taken rather...roughly. Even my mother and sister shunned me."

Leto understood Jaseu's curiosity, unaffected by the callous question. After all, he had been expecting it come to him sometime. The youthful vampire's faltered smile returned again with the humor found in the Euclide's tone. With a gentle bob of his head, he tucked himself just a tiny bit closer to Jaseu, reveling in the closeness and the thought of prey to come.

"Indeed I am." His words slid out in a hungry purr, craving tinted his eyes. Leto found no reason to hide the hunger, so long as his poise didn't falter. The animalistic Lycan side of him angered and annoyed him, reminding him of his past and forcing him to feel out of control when he truly was far from being so. "I'd love to hunt with you, my beautiful Marionette."

Leto let a low chuckle slip through his beautiful lips. "You wouldn't hinder me in the least. In fact, your company is thoroughly enjoyable."

[iprince]

A shiver coursed down Jaseu's spine at the utter distaste upon this pretty vampire's tongue. The hatred of his origins was clear, and Jaseu need not be a telepath to guess a many different reasons why. It was strange, how upsetting this beautiful beast made him...euphoric. The Inspiration's dull eyes fluttered shut a moment, so ears would listen better and body pause. They snapped open an instant later, with surprise and something akin to...anger?

Jaseu's arm was yanked out of Leto's grip, so roughly he sent himself reeling back towards the damp walls enclosing around them. The monocle teetered and slipped from his eye, causing a great veil of blackness to come over him. It hung, uselessly, from his ear, dangling just above his below his shoulder. Panic, laced with the dark feelings summoned by the declaration, caused his body to shake involuntarily. He swallowed hard and groped his left arm for the monocle.

"Lycanthrope?" the word was bitter poison on his tongue,"You're such a beast as them?" His nostrils flared, and fingers uselessly, frantically, dabbled over the coat, searching for the limp glass. He could feel the string tightening and pulling at his ear. He needed to see, he needed to watch the...the thing, lest it do something horrid to him.

His lip was curled in an ugly sneer now, and his head lifted. Blind eyes searching fruitlessly for a vision of something, anything, his left one throbbing from the sudden cut-off of magical flow.

Why was he panicking though? The boy had done nothing out of character, and hardly felt a Lycan at all. But that cursed blood still ran in his veins. If his mother, if he was a half-breed, did that not make him twice as bad? For contaminating beautiful, elegant, vampiristic blood?

Or did it make him twice as well?

Jaseu was lost for a straight opinion. He liked the boy well enough, but was this something he could handle? A disgusting little outcast with a pretty face? Some bloody half-breed mutant? A disfigured, though not obviously, child?

Who was much like himself, in many ways, concerning that.

Jaseu's hand stopped it's frantic searching, and his hammering heart slowed down. He lowered his head, and his sneer, until his face was blank and unreadable in the shadows. Leto was in much the same circumstances as he, and, unlike himself, he was not one to lie about his condition. Jaseu could...maybe not respect the idea, or like it, but he could tolerate it. But if his cast ever found out he had been keeping company with a Lycanthrope they would...

Shun him. Exile him. Force him out of the theatre.

A slow, unnerving smirk crept upon his elegant lips. He lifted his head, pushing his tophat back in place from where it had fallen askew over his eyes. He raised his hand from his collar to his ear, feeling for the start of the string. A much more efficient way of located the monocle.

"I..."his voice was soft, quiet, riddled with embarrassment,"I'm sorry, Monsieur. I shouldn't have acted that way,"a smile, insecure but just as charming as the last, took place over his cunningly malicious smirk,"I was...surprised. But, alas, you have not displayed any sort of brutish behavior akin to lycanthropes, and you've been nothing but a gentleman to me." He stepped forward, cautiously and carefully placing his footing upon the uneven cobblestones. Beads of clear sweat began to form on his brow. Oh, how he hated being blind!

"Forgive an old fool for his long-taught prejudices? You were hardly deserving of my reaction, and I not at all deserving of your forgiveness. Although I'll humbly ask of it anyway." Jaseu was not expecting an immediate forgiveness for his actions. Such a sudden change of heart would not go unnoticed, or brushed away without a thought. He was fully prepared to worm his way back into the pretty hybrid's liking.

Which would be much easier to do if he could see.

[Vyn]

Leto was instantly aware of the anger that coursed through Jaseu, though he hadn't expected the shock of having the beautiful Inspiration flinging himself away from him. Instinctively Leto leaned forward a step, with a vampire's speed he could've easily caught Jaseu before he bumped into the wall, but he held himself back.

From the way Jaseu had ripped himself free of Leto's previous hold, grabbing him again wouldn't help the situation in the least. A cringe of worry shot through Leto's emerald eyes and a miserable tremble shook his frame. Why hadn't he just lied? Avoided mentioning it? Because he wasn't like that...he had so enjoyed Jaseu's company for that short time that he hadn't wanted to be shunned. Not again.

"I'm only half Lycanthrope, and I lean toward Vampire regardless..." There was a miserable note in his voice, pleading to be understood...forgiven, anything. "I'm not like them..." He hated the silent anguish in his voice, it made him feel like a child again, back when he had been shunned for his vampiric traits. Back when he'd tried again and again to give up blood to gain the acceptance of his friends and family back.

It had been useless, always ending in mindless Bloodlusts which left people dead and Leto's memory absolutely blank.

Quietly Leto watched Jaseu struggle, rooted and motionless. His mind was in turmoil, torn between the urge to leave Jaseu blind and helpless in the alley and trying to regain his friendship. Why, though, would Jaseu want to be his friend? His reaction alone made it obvious that the idea was rather far from his thoughts.

For a moment Leto was exceptionally glad that Jaseu was blind so that he could not see the shock that shot through his body and into his eyes. He was sorry? What for? The reaction was exactly what he had expected, though it had pained him more than he had imagined it would.

The cross breed watched the Euclides with his head tilted, misery still in place. Did he mean it? Or was he just trying to crush his hopes again? Euclide were cunning demons of the Theatre, they were talented actors at very least. Another worried tremble as he listened to Jaseu's apologetic spiel. Could he trust him?

Finally he made up his mind. He had no choice, Leto was far too fond of Jaseu to take such a prejudice against him because of how he had reacted. Shock was expected, it shouldn't have hurt so bad.

Gingerly Leto stepped forward, breathless steps over the cobbles until he was directly before Jaseu. Very lightly he caught up the monocle that the blind male had been seeking and set it lightly into the palm of his hand.

"You're reaction was understandable Jaseu." A low shaky sigh escaped his lovely lips. "I probably hate my Lycan side as much as you and your fellow Euclide do." Once again his voice was soaked in the quiet misery he had exhibited earlier. It was a heavy burden, to resent yourself for so many long years.

[iprince]

Jaseu flinched at the unexpected touch, lifting a hand suddenly as if to smack the other's away. How he hated losing what little sight he had, it made him feel so vulnerable, something no Euclides has the liberty to be. The cold glass of his monocle was a pleasantry above all others, and he coaxed a more genuine smile from his already curved lips. The difference was hardly notable. He whispered an inaudible 'thank-you' and gingerly set the sphere-ish object over his left eye.

He blinked rapidly as the monocle was put back in place, and slowly, through blurry monochrome shades that sharpened into crisp visions, the monocle's slight magic began to reattach itself to his nerves. Carefully he turned his head away, so Leto wouldn't see the obvious adjustment of his vision. The boy may be open about his secrets, but Jaseu had no intention of giving up his own.

"I know you're not like them, little half-breed, there was no reason for me to act so childishly,"he lifted a hand, making his actions tentative enough to be believably blind as he set it against Leto's neck once again. With feather-light caresses his hand drifted over the smooth expanse of skin to cup his cheek in a faux semblance of paternal gratitude. His fingers drummed softly against the delicate curve of his face, and his smile quirked to a simple half-grin, a tiny flash of teeth peeking between pale lips,"You act nothing like those beasts, it was wrong of me to call you such."

The young man's anguish could almost be tasted upon the air. Was it really so easy to wriggle back into the boy's favor? Jaseu inwardly chuckled with a cruel sort of joy. Did he really enjoy his company so much already? Oh, this was wonderful. If he played his cards correctly, he could have great fun with the pretty, little, marionette of a humanoid. Such ways he could manipulate the boy!

Which brought him back to thoughts of the hunt.

Leto's little revelation had completely wiped his current 'dedication' to his Cast away. Not as if he would even feel the need to lift a finger for those incompetent fools any longer. Not with this beautiful little escape route. Absently his fingers stroked the half-breed's cheek, like the gentle petting of a purring feline as one's master drifts in and out of conscious thought. "Are you still hungry, pet? Or has my,"he paused momentarily,"crude reaction to your honesty rid you of your appetite?"

The scent of humans was nearby. Not an uncommon thing in such a sitting, but fresher scents could be picked up even by an untrue form, when one was searching close enough. If they were quick and careful, they could snatch an easy meal. Jaseu hoped it was something decent. He'd fed on whore enough that night, and although he felt no urge to devour anything more, fresh blood and meat was sure to stir some euphoric bloodlust within himself as well. That, and he needed to return something adequate to his Puppet Master. Despite his dislike for the canine, he had no intention of disappointing him enough to deserve punishment. Not when he was so close to being able to leave that dreaded Cast for good. At least some use would come of a Lycanthrope, whether Leto himself or his mother for being the cause of his breathtaking deformity.