Well Dressed and Blind - MxM and getting risque

[Vyn]

Leto nearly cringed as well at Jaseu's flinch, afraid that he'd been correct in assuming Jaseu's disgust had been the true emotion. The whispered thank you, however, put him back on his semblance of easiness. However, he still felt jumpy and uncertain. Worried about his appearance in Jaseu's opinion now.

Euclides resented Lycans so...but Leto had to hope Jaseu was treating him with genuine apology and that this wasn't a clever trick to wound him further.

Leto didn't appear to notice the layers of Jaseu's deception. If he did, he made no obvious notice of them. Had he known, the blindness would've meant little to him, only having a world of semi sight was close enough to being blind.

And perhaps, even if he had known that their renewed friendship was little more than Jaseu's leverage to expel himself from a Cast he didn't want, Leto would not have minded either. Blinded by the need for company after three years of self exile and utter isolation. The feather-light touch on his neck and cheek sent a shiver through the vampire hybrids body, one that he didn't have time to hide or control an which brought a hot flush of rose-hued embarrassment to his cheeks.

"Even if it were foolish, it was also justified." Once again the tinge of bitterness, the note of self loathing that Leto could not rid himself of.

Leto's friendship was indeed easily rebuilt, trust was something he'd lacked for ages. Even those who knew him had shunned him without falter when they discovered his odd 'ways'. His vampiric blood. Jaseu was different even if his motive's were unnoticed by Leto.

The night's events had indeed wiped hunger clean out of his mind, but the reminder was sharp and keen like a razor against his thoughts. The self loathing vanished in an instant, replaced with a more primal hunger than he preferred. However, he'd been teasing his senses all night and longed to satisfy his cravings. "Mmm..." Leto purred as the Euclide's fingers brushed his cheek, each light stroke claiming a thin shiver from him. "I'm not so startled enough anymore to forget my hunger." Leto admitted sadly, though he achieved a waning smile.

"Shall we continue?"

Leto inhaled deeply, picking up the scent of the nearby area. Something live was near, something notably human...a sent which instantly set off the alarms in his mind, the deadly craving was becoming more and more persistent.

[iprince]

Jaseu was forced to hide his utter amusement at how easily the boy seemed to play into his hands. Each shiver that shook him and sent his face aflame, sent a spark of excitement coarsing through Jaseu's nerves. Such a pretty, little, moldable thing this was. With one last, deliberate stroke of his slender fingers against that smooth perfect skin, he extracted his hand, but not without a tender touch of tail to sculpted, boyish lips. Jaseu's hand landed precariously upon his shoulder.

"Hmm,"his chin lowered and raised slowly, like a polite dip of his head more than a proper nod,"We shall, I should think."Tenderly his hand groped along Leto's arm, until his fingers met with the edge of his shirt cuff. He encircled the wrist there, so gently it was barely a touch or encirclement at all, and lifted the arm ever so slightly, crooking his opposite elbow in invitation,"Would you...?"

There was very little time to make arrangements to help a crippled blind, before the fresh scent of living food would turn the corner and spot the pair, but Jaseu would not give up his charade just to make the hunt pass easier. The thrill of the capture, the playful deceit between intelligent predator, and such weak prey, was what made it all worth it after all. And how he could laugh at them, for being so stupid as to think he would really want their company, or enjoy them roaming his body was he sent them like drooling dogs to his Cast. A marionette was never ashamed of his or her beauty, they reveled in that, as Jaseu took claim to heighten himself with the wondrous fur coat. It was using it like whores used theirs that irritated him.

Jaseu raised his head a fraction of an inch, staring somewhere upon the vicinity of Leto's face. This one, though, he did desire the company of. Not just for being a pretty face, or his ticket out of that horrid Cast, away from that foolish Insanity. He was an interesting young man, to say the least, and it sent Jaseu's mouth dry with the thoughts of painful memories he could eventually extract from him. The Inspiration was forced to wet his lips again.

The strong scent of human was not the only thing noticeable any longer. Drunken laughter and bright, chiming voices echoed down the damp alleyways. Mingled voices of men and women, a tight knit pack of late going aristocrats maybe? He hoped it were so, even if they were moraless men with drunken whores or too willing women that might as well have been such. Aristocratic flesh always tasted the finest.

Another voice, stronger and obviously male, boomed above the rest,"All right, off home with ye now. It's late, and you know how dangerous it gets after dark. I don't want to be finding any bodies down here, while I'm on patrol."

Jaseu stiffened, biting back some vile retort to the far off officer's warning. If he lost them their quick catch he would....Well, Jaseu's frown curled into a smirk, he'd just have to turn into a meal himself, wouldn't he?

[Vyn]

A final shiver rushed through Leto as Jaseu's fingers brushed his lips. The vampire halfling was tempted to place a teasing kiss upon them as they slid by, but he held himself back from the flirtatious action. The last thing he wanted to do was unnerve him with that after sending him into such a flurry over the truth of his heritage.

"Of course."

His voice was a light purr, hiding the hunger that clawed at his mind, though he was sure it wasn't a very adequate job. How did he always manage to get so distracted while hunting? His movements remained beautifully liquid even though his mind was a daze of hunger, leaning far too close to Bloodlust for Leto's comfort, though he was happy that his movements were unaffected by distraction.

In a moment he had his arm looped through Jaseu's, holding the beautiful Marionette near him. Ahead of them he could smell humans and the stench of alcohol. He wasn't fond of the drink, it left a bitter taste on one's blood that was unpleasant in comparison to a taste of untainted soul's life blood.

Leto was momentarily aware of Jaseu's eyes on him, and once again he was caught with the infectious thought that Jaseu was not as unseeing as Leto supposed. He smiled tenderly, affectionately running his eyes over the Euclides, however his gaze traveled far too swiftly to his neck and so Leto was forced to pry his gaze away, back to the smell of humanity.

Leto's frame tensed though it was sweet anticipation that flooded through him, coupled with vague dissatisfaction. An officer could cause trouble, nothing serious but he might scare away what Leto felt was adequate prey. Of course, the man would eventually find at least one tattered corpse down this alley, but Leto's mind was more focused on what was coming.

Prey soon, and then he could spend the rest of the night getting to know the lovely Jaseu.

[iprince]

Muffled comments of obvious crudeness rang down the dark alleyways. Footsteps, almost deafening in the otherwise silent night, clopped along the loose cobblestones like a hundred galloping horses. There could be no more than five people out there, the officer excluded.

"Oh, c'mon love,"a woman's voice, filled with drunken etiquette. Not a whore then, she carried the wrong accent for such a label,"Let us have a bit of fun."

The officer's reply was muddled by more insolent laughter.

Jaseu did not care much for their brash conversation. Nor for the fact that a fair amount of them had consumed copious volumes of liquor. He bit back a sneer, folding his arm tighter against Leto's and quickening his own pace. His gaze, too proud to stare at his own feet like any proper, half-blind would, was directed ahead. Unfocused and blank, but clearly determined, if the deep wrinkle in his brow told true.

The heat radiating from the young hybrid's body was sending his own to an uncomfortable temperature. His current lack of shirt or vest beneath the stolen, mink coat could not have proved a wiser decision.

Leto's bloodlust could be tasted on the air. Jaseu did neither snort or smirk at the poor boy's misfortune. Absently he stroked his arm, where his hand so comfortably rested, a small semblance of comfort. Jaseu had felt lust such as that before, not as intensely as any vampire (or beast-like lycan) would feel, but he could pretend to understand. If only to crawl further into Leto's skin.

"How do you wish to do this, my pet?" he asked, his smooth voice hushed ever carefully,"Shall we play with them, before picking apart their little covey? Or does your hunger wish for immediate remedy?" Jaseu had already had his fill of flesh and blood that night, but a Euclides love of screams and thundering of rapid pulses never diminished.

He almost chuckled at Leto's tensing. Resisting the urge to raise his free hand and run it along his supple spine, to watch the boy melt back into anguished puddy, he curled his fingers into the loose fabric of Leto's sleeve. It would have to wait. Although Jaseu no longer had any intention of returning to his Theatre with food, or without Leto, he was certain the boy would be leeching blood from his own veins if he was not permitted a feed soon. Jaseu could not play with a kitten whilst it starved.

Beneath an overhanging bridge, the barest outline of six tall figures could be made out from the darkness. Jaseu would have simply passed them over, were it not for the tiny lamplight that just barely illuminated the many pale faces. Even then the colors were blurred together in great messes of black and charcoal. He lifted his spare hand to fix his monocle, setting it more securely upon his eye. Nervous fidgeting of a genuine sort. Jaseu would not do well to lose his little vision before an attack.

[Vyn]

Leto's mind was a blur of sound, Hell's Bells ringing in his ears. This time, though, it wasn't the klaxon scream of sunrise but of hunger that clashed with the thunderous patter that echoed down the cobblestone path toward lusting Vampire and the blind Euclides.

Another shiver took Leto, but it wasn't the same innocent shivers that Jaseu so easily teased out of him. He was a vampire first, a boy second, allowing the blood thirsty demon control was so much easier than resisting the clawing need. However, he would keep the animalistic side of him in check, he wouldn't compromise his poise before Jaseu...he refused to display himself as more Lycanthrope than Vampire.

This was far easier done with Jaseu at his side than not, the touch of his hand kept them Vampire growling just below the surface, but the Lycanthrope was pushed far enough back that Leto wasn't dropped to such a brutish level.

"You're hunting for your Cast are you not, dear Marionette? I believe the choice should be yours." Play was always delightful, but Leto's mind could not focus on adequate games. No...he wanted immediate relief but that was such a greedy outlook and Leto was not a greedy soul on the usual occasion.

Deep within Leto's voice, a gravelly voice purred into life though it never left his lips. Dead men walking... It wasn't at all hard to recognize the Lycan purr, the savage wolf beneath the Vampiric flesh. Instantly heat drained from his frame, once again Vampire before Boy. His hold on Jaseu loosened, but he did not abandoned the beautiful, blind Marionette.

It would be so very easy. To slip away from Jaseu and pry one of the humans away. No drunken man could resist the allure of a lithe beauty like Leto, this the Vampire half knew far more accurately than Leto himself. Yet he kept himself at Jaseu's side, waiting for his opinion as he eyed the figures before him. Enraptured by the growing smell of blood in the air. Warm and fresh, accented by the drunken flush caused by the spirits they drank to absolve their crimes and sins.

[iprince]

Jaseu felt more than saw Leto's utter entrancement by the six little figures accumulated against the tall brick walls on either side of them. The smell of young bloodlust made his throat grow tight with false hunger and want. He had no need to eat again, least he overfeed himself, but the sweet smell of Leto's lust was making his bubble ungainly to the surface of his mind. He shook his head slowly, clearing the thought away, and eased his grip away from Leto's.

Standing carefully still he plucked his hat from his head and swung it out like a great arc, bending over himself in a gentlemanly bow,"I think, my lovely vampire, that you're hunger will not do well to wait long to be quenched." His left arm stretched out to his side, the hat dangling precariously from the tips of his fingers,"There shall be no time to play tonight."

Straightening he set his hat back upon his head and moved his hands to the buttons of the fur coat. Feeling for each little leather piece was not nearly so hard when the threat of a newly exposed lycanthrope was beating at his nerves. He found the top two easily and slipped them from their holes. It exposed naked throat and collarbone, and made it more than obvious that there was no sure or coat beneath.

To shift or not to shift? The question played at his thoughts. With Leto there would be no need to do such. They could lure their prey away and kill them as they pleased. Besides, Jaseu did not feel like crawling about on fours in front of his lovely companion.

With a lazy grin he stretched both arms above his head, and sighed contently as he dropped them back. Hand outstretched, he made his way back to Leto, resting the curve on his fingers on the boy's shoulder. With more caution than he needed, and less than a blind man would in his haste, he started towards the dainty selection in front of them.

"Hello monsieurs and madames!" his voice was oozing with charismatic intention, and a smile so lightly played over his pretty, pale lips,"Is that a squabble out there, I hear?"

The officer turned and lifted his lantern to see the approaching pair. Light shimmered weakly from the lamp, giving Jaseu the barest silvery outline of the man's face. The group behind him were still nothing more than inky black shapes, a little lighter than the surroundings.

The officer turned away and cursed beneath his breath. Something obviously very crude or very funny, as the group beside him burst into quiet laughter.

Jaseu's grip on Leto's shoulder tightened. He turned his head ever so slightly and rested his cheek against his knuckles,"Which do you want, love? I'm quite sure any of them would be more than jovial to come along with you." His own laughter was silenced by a growing smile.

[Vyn]

Leto's smooth green eyes shifted to Jaseu's hand, watching him ease his grip away from him. No shiver this time, though he was loath to feel Jaseu moving away from him. Echoing Jaseu's lovely bow, Leto turned his gaze back to Jaseu, pale orbs peering through wavy blue-black hair.

"I would have to agree, my charming Marionette." Leto's words were a light coo, as soft as always but notably tinted with hunger. Even Leto could hear it on the tip of his tongue. "Perhaps another night we'll get together and have ourselves some fun?"

Once again Leto's attention was happily diverted, with a vampire's perfect vision simple movements could be completely enrapturing. Yet, Jaseu seemed to enthrall him more than others. The absent display of neck and collarbones sent a delectable thrill through him.

Leto craved kissing him, just long enough to taste him. Quickly the thought was forced back, now was not the time to debate such things. Not when you're trying to gain someone's trust.

The vampire/lycan hybrid smiled softly at the return of Jaseu's touch, content to meander lazily along the alley to match the blind Euclide's stride. The soft touch of light barely reached Leto, but it allowed his gaze a more detailed view of his prey. Six in all, including the officer. Instantly his gaze found the one he wanted: younger than the rest, though not enough to be below the age of his peers, fit and beautiful.

"The younger male on the far right." He purred, the hunger once again evident on his light voice. "I'll be back in a moment."

As ethereal as a ghost, Leto slowly removed himself from Jaseu's touch, sliding into the shadows. His shoes didn't so much as brush the cobblestones as he walked, perfect silence lent from an unearthly grace learned from his mixed heritage.

Within seconds he was beside the group, pale green eyes beautiful in the dull light of lantern. His attention never wavered from the one he had chosen, his pale fingers brushing along the male's cheek.

"Hello..." His voice was smooth, as perfectly charismatic as Jaseu's, but it was his eyes that spoke for him. The trance like spell that vampire's cast was woven easily, and in moments he was luring the fine male into the sea of shadows with him.

(Sorry if this sucked >_> I'm really out of it right now @_@)

[iprince]

"That would be most pleasurable, my young vampire." In fact, the prospect of hunting with Leto again was more than simply pleasurable. It sent a thrill of excitement through his body. Jaseu could almost see it now, he and him, playing mind games, playing seduction, with some pretty little prey thing. Unconsciously he wet his lips, raising his hand to wipe the extra moisture off of them just as quickly as it had been put there.

Jaseu's brow arched handsomely at Leto's graceful antics. A chuckle bubbled up within the recess of his chest, one he didn't bother to stifle. He didn't need his eyes to know that those two, lithe, beautiful shapes that glided away from the group into the shadow depths between the houses, were his little half-breed and his chosen prey. His pale lips quirked and he slowly turned his attention back to the five remaining morsels.

"Well,"he chuckled softly, reaching a hand out to feel for the wall. It was so hard to see in the shadows,"Now that my young friend is gone, I'm going to have a might difficult time finding my way along home. Would any of you lovely dears mind walking a blind man to his front step?"

"Oh!"one of the group, a young red-headed woman, barely more than a girl herself, extracted herself from the quartet to shuffle towards Jaseu,"I'll most certainly be ready to walk you home." She smiled, but Jaseu pretended not to see it in the faux-blindness of his vision, and merely stretched out his free hand. She happily took it and tugged him along towards the other four.

"Good, yes,"the officer bobbed his head, his brow creased uncomfortably still,"All of you should take him home, and leave off for your houses yourselves!" He snorted and rose the lantern to wag in front of their faces. For that blinding second Jaseu was able to get a good, quick look at the group and his pretty, little escort. The officer, especially, received a lingering stare. Jaseu wanted to remember his face, maybe to come back and finish him off as well.

There were groans and grumbles all around, but the little red-head managed to pursuade the other young lady and male-friend to come along. The last male, slightly older than the rest with a chin covered in peppered stubble, the beginnings of a spade-beard, declined, in order to stay an look for the last male who'd somehow snuck off without their knowing. The officer looked a bit alarmed at the revelation and agreed to stay back with the older one and look for him. After all, it was dangerous, wandering around at night. People have been killed left and right lately.

Their babbling conversations faded into whispers to Jaseu's sharp ears. He was lead away, cautiously and carefully through both his movements and the female's, but was sure to cast a quick glance over his shoulder. Blind eyes sought out the darkest shadows, the one's where Leto was sure to have gone, and he dipped his head in a temporary farewell. He would return to this spot when he was finished with the bodies. Jaseu could only hope Leto would stay put until then.

It was like passionate lust, the thought of bringing the hybrid to his Theatre. The thought of finally abandoning that pathetic excuse of a puppet master. He groaned throatily under his breath and turned his attention back to the trio's final conversation.

[Vyn]

Deep in the shadows of the alley, alone with his prey, Leto drained the blood from the young male he'd chosen. In silence he basked in the sweet taste that brought life back into his lithe frame and freed him from the roar of hunger.

As he drank, he noted Jaseu and the rest of the group move away, save two. The officer and an older man. Probably worried about his companion. With a soft sigh, the most noise the male had made while in Leto's company, the young male let the life leave him. Gently, Leto released his embrace, returning a nod and a smile as soft as death's sigh to his friend.

With the ease granted to him from both lycan and vampire blood, Leto moved the lifeless male deeper into the alley, discarding him lightly in the shadows. It would be a while before he was found, lifeless eyes gazing listlessly at the mangled form which had earlier been the prey of the lovely Marionette.

That done, Leto drifted back along the alley. Silent as a wraith in the shadows, Leto slipped passed the officer and his searching beacon, a useless tool when what you were seeking wasn't human.

Outside of the alley now, but still in shadows, Leto sought out a perch where he could keep a look out for Jaseu's return as well as avoid the lingering humans. It came easily enough: a low roof top, overlooking both street and alley and steeped in enough twilight bred shadows to conceal a pale boy waiting for his handsome Marionette to finish with the duties required for his Cast.

[iprince]

Jaseu found himself prey to his own thoughts, so very far away from what they should be thinking of. He could already see him, angry and confused and so lacking in any semblance of basic intelligent. Kujon would be angry, Jaseu knew, he would get violent and he'd strike out against him and Leto. But Jaseu was smarter, and saner, than him. It shouldn't be hard to escape the pathetic Puppet Master's clutches. He would make sure Kujon was heavy with flesh before showing Leto to him.
Flesh that Jaseu still had yet to kill.

The pale-skinned Marionette felt a light tugging on his elbow. Slowly he turned his head in the general direction of the young lady, his gaze somewhere on her forehead rather than properly upon her eyes. "Hm?"

"You never told us where you lived, sir,"a smile was in her voice and her words. She was such a pretty little morsel.

Jaseu's lips curled seductively and he cocked his head to the side,"I haven't, have I? How foolish of me to ask of your assistance and not tell you where I'm in need of going." He lifted his other hand and patted her cheek lightly.

The other man and his femme friend had stopped some ways behind them, and were muttering quietly to one another. Jaseu's smirk grew at their caution.

"I live in a theatre, dear. A great and wondrous theatre, not to far from here, I'm sure, but alas, I can't give you any address."

"That's fine, good sir,"she patted his arm in turn,"We'll find it."

"Will we?" said Jaseu, but it was barely more than a whisper of words, and he turned his head away from her when he spoke it.

She didn't notice Jaseu's mutter, and craned her neck to peer over her shoulder at her two companions. They were several meters behind them, but had begun to walk again. Jaseu cared little about them right now. Not with this little thing so vulnerably exposed beside him. In one quick twist of his torso he had both hands wrapped around her pale neck. With a crack he forced her head back, snapping the vertebrae and sending her into a lifeless heap against his body. She didn't even have the time to realize she was being murdered.

The other two did. The stopped, standing stock still and frozen with surprise. Jaseu dropped the girl's body, licking his lips as her head cracked against the cobblestones. With a smirk, he lifted his gaze to the duo, rubbing absently at his monocle with one dirtied hand.

That was all it took before the pair of them had turned on heel and rushed back towards the Officer.

Jaseu merely stretched his arms over his head and shed the fur coat, placing it neatly over the body. The pants came off next, and he stood, freezing and nude, in the center of the alleyway. Not for long though. Not for long at all. With fluid precision Jaseu began to shift. It was a simple task, and he felt barely a prick of pain as fur sprouted above his skin and bones and organs fell back into their proper places. Oh, it felt so good to be back in his normal form.

Flexing paws and claws against the cobblestones, he lifted his head and sniffed the air. Prey was not far. Smirking in his own lynxish way he took off through the shadows. Now with nose and ears to guide him rather than his useless eyes.

It was not long before both man and woman were taken down and dragged back to the first body.
.........

"Beautiful,"Jaseu smiled, staring down over the three corpses. They did look wondrous, pale as Death himself, and unmarred by any flesh wound. The male had not been easy to take down without puncturing somewhere, the teeth marks over his windpipe were deep, but not broken.

He wiped his hands absently over the softness of his coat. The last button was poked through it's hole, and he smoothed both coat and pants down against his form. Now, only to find his pretty Half-Breed and take all four bodies to his Cast. Jaseu had promised he would return to collect him. Hoisting one body over his shoulder and grabbing hold of the other two, something that no simple human would ever have been able to accomplish, he slid the three corpses into a more secluded alcove. Task finished, he slipped out again in search of Leto.

[Vyn]

Leto had been lost in thoughts when he heard Jaseu's soft footfalls. A noise any human would've overlooked in an instant, but even lost in his thoughts Leto was instantly aware of the other. Emerald eyes flickered open, seeking their prey.

Soft white coat shone with an ethereal luminescence beneath the moonlight and teased a smile off of the Half-Breed's lips. An easy leap, roof top to cobbled street, executed perfectly, leaving now sound or trace to show his movements.

Completely in control of himself again, free from the klaxon bells and their cries of hunger, Leto strolled along the street and back into the presence of his beautiful Marionette. He executed a low bow before him, a greeting made out of habit than anything as he believed Jaseu to lack the sight with which to see the gesture.

"I trust your prey gave you no trouble, my dear Jaseu?"

[iprince]

Jaseu's heart leapt to his throat at the sudden presence of Leto. He restrained himself from jumping or raising hand to clutch his breast. It would hardly do for him to show any sign of fright or weakness, maybe not because this little half-breed would ridicule him, but because he was the one who wished to use him for means of personal importance. Not the other way around. Jaseu had no intention of letting himself down from the upper hand.

Pretending not to see the bow, Jaseu merely stared ahead blankly until Leto's words echoed about his ears. To that he simply dipped his head and gripped his hat a few inches from his skull in customary politeness.

"Ah, no trouble, but a little chase to quell my urge to play,"he chuckled softly, barely two beats of deep, handsome, mirth,"I trust yours complied easily enough?"

Jaseu stepped forward slowly. His heart hammered a foreign beat in his chest. The alley was so dark. Shadows engulfed the little alcove beneath the bridge, and with grey clouds rolling in to bring morning rain, came a starless, lightless sky. He felt unusually nervous in the pitch of the alley, and was eager to get out into more open space. Monocle or not, he was blind if everything was black.

"I left the bodies somewhere secure enough, but it makes me somewhat anxious, having them sit there unprotected,"his lip curled,"I'd be terribly upset if I came back to find dogs or some other rancid creature nosing about my kill. Would you mind terribly if I returned to it?" A moments pause, and he added,"With you as well, of course, my lovely Leto, if you don't mind sharing my company a few moments more. Although..."he stopped again, lowering his gaze and his brow in thought.

"I'll be bringing them to my cast before they begin to lose their warmth. There's nothing worse than a cold corpse,"he shook his head, raising his gaze to something akin to eye level,"Would you mind terribly, coming back with me to my theatre? If only to allow me to throw the flesh to the hounds." For they were mostly canines, in his Cast, except for himself and a bitter little weasel,"I don't want to take up any more of your time, but it has been a long time since I've had company as enjoyable as yours."

[Vyn]

Leto was momentarily surprised by the rise in Jaseu's pulse, but he said nothing for it was obvious that Jaseu did not want to appear surprised. The half-breed didn't think much on why Jaseu was surprised, taking it that his keen sense of smell had announced him.

"Very easy indeed."

He cooed, enjoying the sound of Jaseu's chuckles. Inwardly he noted that Jaseu had him wound lightly around his finger, whether the handsome Marionette was aware of this or not. However, this didn't bother Leto in the least and so he did nothing to unravel himself.

Once again the hammering of Jaseu's heart, it made the handsome half-breed worry. Had he done something wrong? But no, just the bodies and his cast to attend to.

"You'd have good reason to be." Leto said softly, and had been about to grant the lovely Marionette leave before he spoke again. "Of course, I don't mind in the least."

Emerald eyes watched Jaseu's gaze shift earth-ward, urging a light, curious tilt of the head from the blind male's vampiric escort.

"Easily agreed." Leto chuckled, well aware of the pleasantries accompanied by a cold meal. "As I've said, my dear Marionette, I could never mind time spent in your company. " A light smile now, another object of habit as Jaseu could not see the light expression. "Nor have I, and I am honestly thankful to have yours tonight."

[Mistay]

OOC: Would you two mind if I join with Larkaeniba? Or would you rather have it just the two, for now? (Or, may I join when you make it to the cast theatre, perhaps?) If you both'd rather have it a two-person RP, that's fine too! ^^

[iprince]

Jaseu's lips curled into a light smile, and he stretched his arm out, crooked at the shoulder in a perfect semblance to what he'd done some hours before,"Thank-you, my lovely monsieur." He pressed afinger against the edge of his monocle, pushing it tightly into place above his eye,"I don't know where this new found insecurity of mine has come from,"his voice lowered to something sharp, and he spat he next words out rather than said them,"Must be the unpleasentries of returning to my Cast."

It wasn't, of course, but it very well could have been. Jaseu's hatred for his Puppet Master was one he did not wish to quell, and his dislike for those other wretched creatures was not any less. How could a cast be run by one not in his right mind? And a childish female who did nothing more than whine to her Master? Jaseu stifled a crude growl and shook his head slowly to himself. Canines.

Jaseu felt more thankful than he thought Leto to be. Such a beautiful ticket to freedom, the half-breed made. And all Jaseu needed was for Leto to be as open with Kujon as he'd been with him. Then that irritating mongrel would...

He'd....

Well....He'd attack Leto, and expect Jaseu to do the same. And if Jaseu didn't? He'd have them both banished from the cast. The plan was flawless. A perfect little idea crafted beautifully inside his head.

Jaseu sighed softly, inhaling night's cool air and exhaling with barely a whisper of noise. The smell of fresh blood had not yet left the pretty, little vampire. Death, too, was thick upon the air, but dulled beneath the sharp, clean scent of crimson life. Jaseu was certainly not hungry, but the smell was sweet and beautifully familiar, and his mouth began to water involuntarily. He raised his free hand, fingers first, gliding cautiously through the air (it was so hard to see) until they felt Leto's cheek. He cupped his palm against the carefully crafted skin and turned Leto's head gently towards him.

As if to kiss him, Jaseu lowered his lips over Leto's. Barely a breath away from one another, he inhaled deeply once again. That smell, that beautiful sweet smell, invaded his senses, makings his throat close around itself and white lids lower over blank eyes.

"I bet you taste of blood, my dear Leto."


((-shifty eyes- If it's alright with you, I, personally, would rather have this a one-on-one...for now anyway. Me 'n Vyn have a few ideas on where we want this to lead up to (;>> Jaseu leaving his cast and joining Kujien's).

Plus, Jaseu would be ever so jealous if there was another pretty, little marionette here to catch his dear Leto's eye ^.~ ))