M-m-mad-madness -Lex-

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London's finger gently pressed down on the button, the familiar click of the camera going off. He was focused on the outside of this house, not knowing it was mentioned to be haunted. He had not traveled around much, then again David had him simply going out more and more. Still his mind could not wrap around that he had not seen his brother in a month, almost all of the bruises gone. Maybe he was holding onto them in order to remember him. He was not sure he would speak to Charlie in a long time. He stepped forward on the cobble stone path, cradling his camera in his hands as if it were his lifeline. He had a tendency to trip easily over these paths, but he made it safely to the front porch a few moments later. He knocked softly and then realized how stupid of a gesture, but that was just a gesture he had a habit of.

Still he opened, looking at the winding staircase, some parts covered in cobwebs, a few sheets covering some of the objects. His eyes wandered over the place in some sort of amazement, always finding these sort of older homes beautiful. He began snapping a few pictures of the foyer, moving into the the kitchen, seeing some older china. The floor boards creaked under his feet softly as he took a few more pictures, not really paying attention closely. Sometimes he would become all too fascinated with older homes and architecture like such. He managed to bump into the counter and winced, the corner digging into his hip. He pouted to himself before moving back to the foyer, wondering what else would be on the first floor.

London moved into the living room, smiling at the fireplace, which if he imagined it as if it were twenty even thirty years ago would have probably been beautiful. He simply began to snap pictures when he heard the floorboards creak above his head. "Hello?" He called out, not really thinking that perhaps he should leave, but curiosity perhaps did not kill the cat right, or would it? He then heard a few keystrokes on a piano, feeling his hair stand up a bit, his heart beat quickening, but he was curious and so he wrapped around the staircase and slowly began to creep up the stairs, the floor boards whining even more as he continued to climb them. When he rose to the top, he saw the piano but nothing was there. He swallowed and simply began to get the feeling that something was haunting this place, but he continued then to take pictures once silence set in, doing the pictures nonstop, beginning to space and focus once more on the mansion.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

Mew actually liked the piano. There was something about the sound it could make that drew him in, aside from the fact that he simply liked music altogether. It was invigorating and could be raw, primal; something that could call out to the animal within. Since he did not have a piano at the house he was staying in, Mew found himself hanging out at the so-called 'haunted house' off and on. Plus, enough people came and went that he could mess with, and mess with them he did. He was fast enough that most couldn't see him when he decided not to be seen, which was really fun when playing with mortal critters. The place probably was actually haunted aside from the tricks he played, but by definition it could be considered haunted with his tricks alone. Vampires were types of monsters and dead. Reanimated corpses, right? That sufficed, he would think.

Either way, when he heard the heartbeat just outside the place, he stopped playing and got up; stepping into the shadows in hopes that he could mess with someone today. He was getting agitated with this city and all the creatures it harbored; too many to really do a cleanup on, that was for sure. A supernatural epicenter, which Mew normally tried to distance himself from. But he had some unfinished business in the place, hoping the turned hunter would show up so that mess could be cleaned up. It was his mess, after all. That meant he needed to give his attention to it. Certainly if it was putting another of his creations at risk. Okay, so Mew had some odd opinions on the whole matter, since he'd kill off one of his own kind -- or his own altogether -- if they posed a problem to him, but the possessive part of him didn't like the idea of anyone killing off what he considered 'his'. If anyone was killing off his creations, it would be him. Everyone else doing it would get him seriously pissed off.

Agitation over his living situation and all that aside, Mew had to take out his need of something to do with the residents of Manuka. Right now, it was going to happen to... something that didn't smell quite human. One of the weaker others, though. Which was good. Still something to be played with, at least. That put him in a good enough mood. Almost playful, even. Because he noticed right off there was a camera involved. What better way to mess with someone who couldn't see him if he didn't want them to? He could pinpoint the exact second the camera went off and appear in the photo and stand back and watch the reaction when the fellow realized there was someone in those photos when he looked back at them. Then Mew could play with his head a bit more. Sounded like fun, and so he proceeded to dart through with each image taken, too quick for the guy to see him, but just on time for the camera to capture his image. Probably blurry, mostly, but still. Would be funny. Mew even played up the whole haunted house thing in between photos, tapping at the piano, moving something for the sound effect here and there. It was kinda fun to see the look on the male's face, anyway.

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London had continued taking pictures, although then the piano played right in front of him, not noticing the vampire slipping in the frames as he continued to click until he looked at some of his pictures. He felt nerves running through him at the idea of this place actually being haunted. Then again, nothing had actually hurt him yet. Maybe he should go screaming and running because perhaps there was something worse on the horizon aside from some creepy piano playing. He simply thought about that, right when he was flipping through some pictures, staring as he could see a blur in his pictures and he gasped, his eyes widening slightly as he wondered how that was possible. He just simply wondered what type of being was in the room with him and why it was a blur. It’d have to be something that was quick moving. He simply let his eyes flicker around the room.

He had to admit that now he was growing nervous, that there was something in this room actually purposely doing this. He just felt somehow that he was constantly being watched and even worse, preyed on. Maybe he did not grow as freaked out as the normal person did, but now he was beginning to feel it. His heart was growing faster and faster with every second, wondering where the thing was, slightly scared of taking the picture, scared it would be right in front of him if he took any more. Still he started to get the feeling he should leave. He then began to back up, feeling something behind him, instantly freezing, not daring to look, the hair on his arms and the back of his neck standing up, his heart beating so quickly. He was hoping there had been a wall behind him, but he knew it was whatever was trying to freak him out.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

Mew hadn't seen any ghosts in the house yet, though it wasn't as if he cared to see any become visible in the first place. They weren't much fun most of the time anyway. Obnoxious more often then not, in his opinion. But there were moments where the house felt like it had a presence or two that had no heartbeat. Either way, he did not fear them at all. If they didn't bother him, he wouldn't bother them. Unless playing the piano and bothering the mortal creatures that came through upset them; then Mew probably would keeping doing that. How could he not want to when people like this male here came in? He looked on the edge as it was with the few little things he'd done. Before the male even knew about the pictures. There probably was one or two that showed a more clear outline of him, but yeah, mostly blurs. Maybe an asshole move since most photographers thought of their images as art, but whatever. Mew never said he was a nice guy, right?

Because he wasn't. He wasn't any kind of non-harmful vampires like some he'd seen around before. He killed a few times a week, and he liked it. He was a predator after all, and it was hard not to enjoy his nature. Mew actually thrived on it, because of it. The longer he was away from cities, though, the more feral he could be. Just the way things worked. Right now, he was in a more personable mood, which was good for the male taking the photos, or he might already be dead. Or at least running through the house, scared for his life and actually being hunted down. Not today, though. Plus, the male was attractive in the adorable 'i wanna do things to you' sort of way. The male had that vibe about him, the kind that Mew liked to find in those he kept for a little bit. A new pet, perhaps? Oh, that would be fun! If he played his cards right, of course. It would keep him occupied while he was waiting for the turned hunter thing to come out of hiding, at least. Sounded like a plan.

When the male started going through the photos on the camera, Mew slipped up behind him silently, peering over the male's shoulder to check out his handiwork. Yup, he got most of them. He had to smile to himself over that, and over the hyped up reaction from the photographer. It was funnier when the male looked around the room in all the places except behind himself, where Mew was now. And the jump in the male's pulse was making his senses tingle. He always did like fear in the bloodstream.... He shook his head quickly; better not go there, not yet, anyway. It was almost enough to make him sigh, except he wasn't ready to give up his presence yet. Which didn't much matter the moment the male backed up. Into him. The male had frozen at the contact, and Mew merely leaned in closer. "Just wanna get close, baby? Mm, you smell good for a faerie." The words were light, playful. Mew licked his lips, letting out a breath over the male's neck.

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London simply clutched his camera, his eyes freezing on the picture that had the most accuracy of what the individual looked like just as he had bumped into the male. His thoughts were racing, much like his heartbeat. He felt like the beat was thudding all the way up to his ears in this moment, his eyes simply dropping for a moment. Maybe he should move, but he found himself glued to that spot for a moment. He really should have been more careful, but like always innocent little London was caught in a sticky situation. His knuckles were white as he was grasping his camera and then the thought occurred to him that there was only one species that could move that quickly. A vampire. His eyes widened, thinking of the person behind him, biting his lower lip and nearly squeaked as he heard the male talk and felt himself being touched.

The breath over his neck made him shudder and he almost screamed, immediately turning around and looked at him with scared eyes. “I-I-I’m sorry,” he said as he simply looked at the male, just backing slowly one step at a time. He simply pushed back a few strands of his curly hair from his face, his green eyes just resting on the male’s knowing not to run because it would only feed to the male’s obvious amusement and possibly lead to him feeding on him quicker. He was jumping to the worst case scenario, and it didn’t help when he finally backed into the piano, pressing into a few of the deeper keys, the noise resounding. He simply gasped softly before just standing still. He looked at his black hair, the amused expression, feral eyes, and he wondered if he would make it out in this situation.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

He breathed in deep, inhaling the faerie's scent more. Mew could almost feel the pounding heartbeat at the back of his throat. And he wanted it there, certainly. But for now Mew was calm and collected in that aspect, having more fun simply messing with the male's head right now. The male seemed like the innocent type that could easily be manipulated, and if that was so, then this wasn't going to be any snatch and feed thing. Mew would want to draw it out more; make something of it. Possibly take a new pet. It had been a little while since he'd done that. A mortal lifetime at least, he'd figure. It was a good time as any to take another one, and since he had to stay in Manuka for who knew how long... might as well be looking, right? Unless one had just been found. That was what would keep this male alive until Mew found out for sure if the faerie could be useful in that way. Normally he wouldn't take a non-human, but there had been exceptions. This could be one of those.

The fear ran deep right now, though. The male had been frozen to the spot, grasping that camera so hard those poor knuckles were white. Cute little mouse. When the faerie turned around, Mew simply stared at him for a minute; contemplating on what he was seeing. With the backing up, Mew tilted his head to watch for a few seconds, only moving after the male had run into the piano. "Now now, let's not go abusing the piano. I'm quite fond of it, you know." The tone was even, unthreatening. He moved forward, up into the male's personal space. "There's something about you..." He let the words flow as charmingly as he could, reaching out to touch one of the faerie's curls. "Don't worry, I won't bite unless you ask me to." He purred, stepping back to let his gaze flick up and down the male slowly, being all too obvious on the fact he was checking the male out. "My interest in you has nothing to do with your blood." He adds softly. A silken lie, but his tone and expression did not indicate to that fact. "Would you like me to play something for you?" He iquired evenly, trying to carefully charm the pants off the faerie. Eventually, anyway.

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London simply saw him come close to him, hearing his words and simply biting his lower lip for a mere second. “I didn’t mean to,” he whispers not really seeing it as a joke and simply felt uncomfortable, seeing him so close. He could smell the slightly alluring scent of the vampire, listening to him as he watched him touch his curls. He had had so many people adore them and touch them and play with them. His best friend had a particular knack for that especially. He simply asked then, “W-what about m-me?” He wondered what the hell he was talking about, blushing though as he felt himself being analyzed, not used to people staring at him or being this close. He relaxed a little at his next words, then was wondering why he was being looked at, not taking the hints that he was trying to flirt. He heard his specified interest and simply asked, “Then w-what are you interested i-in?”

He did not even see the lie, did not suspect the male after he told him he would not bite him without his inquiry. “Sure,” he smiled, and simply looked at him, moving aside so he could play, sort of snagging a little of the bench and leaving the rest for the male. He loved the sound of the piano as long as it wasn’t in the creepy way like earlier. “Would you mind if I took pictures?”He asked softly, smiling innocently, simply holding his camera up, and already more relaxed around the male. He just tended to adapt easily, especially after they calmed him. He smirked then as he immediately flashed a picture of the male without letting him respond and then stood up taking a picture of the piano and him, waiting for him to play, all too happy for the moment.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

There was real interest here, though intent was not quite as pure as he was trying to make it seem. Mew did find the faerie attractive, someone to try and charm, yes. That was without question the more the male spoke, and by doing so, gave away more about himself. Things that Mew wanted to know; needed to know to confirm the type of person this faerie was. So far so good, though the male seemed very naive. Not a bad thing in Mew's opinion, though. He would just have to be les subtle, he supposed. Not a problem, really. Nothing wrong with being blunt now and then when it was called for. Fingers slid through the faerie's hair gently, just feeling the texture curiously. Such nice hair, that would be a plus. Mew quite liked a nice head of hair. He'd had quite a head of hair himself when he was turned. It re-grew often enough, but Mew had gotten good at cutting it and styling it differently. He had been going with this nice medium for a little while now. It suited him, he thought.

At the first question, Mew smiled. It was a much softer expression then before. He wanted to make the male feel safe around him, so now he had to work on that fact. Getting that to happen. The blush had caught his eye, of course, and he had to refrain from licking his lips in front of the faerie. And urge he quickly repressed, leaning in again to let his thumb stroke over the male's cheek when the next question came. He could pretty much answer both at once. So he would. "You." He responded gently. A pause for effect before he went on; "I'm coming onto you, sweetheart. Flirting?" He allowed an eyebrow to quirk upwards, the smile never leaving his face. Now to see how the male reacted to that bit of news. See if he even swung that way. The faerie had the look about him, but you never knew, and Mew wasn't just going to assume. If he wasn't like that, then Mew would just do his best to turn him that way. Nothing wrong with a good challenge.

Mew could be quite the smooth-talker, and he kicked it up a notch here, knowing that the innocent types needed to be eased into things. It was alright, Mew had time to spare on it. A project to him; all good and fun. And he'd reach his goal; he wouldn't back down until he did. Music was a good in with these things, so Mew was going to play to that strength and see how it went over with the male. Settling down on the bench, he gave a glance to the faerie and started to warm up a bit. At the question of taking pictures, Mew went to shrug -- might as well, he was already in a bunch of them anyway, though mostly a blurr -- didn't matter to him. Of course a picture was taken before he could even finish the gesture or verbally respond, but he didn't mind. "Have at it." He said, faintly amused at the change in the faerie now. Much better. Then he started to play. No real song or anything, something he made up off the top of his head for the moment.

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London simply had never been with someone before nor really been flirted with enough, not in ways that they showed that they were being blunt. With London, in this state, you had to be blunt with him. On that thought, there had to be rather so many people that had just randomly talked to him in the past that were actually trying to pick him up for a date or two. He had always brushed it off as them wanting to talk more than a date. When someone showed interest like Mew just had, he felt embarrassed like he had just had a one night stand or something. He always thought that no one would really be interested in someone as weird as he was. He knew he was not normal, not referring even to the supernatural part, but based on a person to person basis. That’s why the male’s response surprised him. He did not find himself all that interesting, or someone that people wanted to touch. He had never been touched though by a simply brush to his cheek.

His breath ceased for a moment when he was touched, just looking into the male’s eyes, simply listening to his second words, his eyes widening for a moment and then settling as he blushed an even bright shade of red. ”Oh…” he said, then some struggled noises coming out of his throat as if someone was strangling him. He could not figure how to return the flirting and so he was speechless and just smiled then softly, unable to see what to do, but he felt an abnormal feeling for himself, he was attracted to the male in that moment, his eyes dilating a bit indicating it more than anything. He couldn’t even say anything and so he looked down, feeling somehow now exposed and vulnerable.

London smiled at his words, then listening to the music and paused in taking pictures and simply listened before he simply took one picture of the piano and Mew together before sitting down once again next to him. ”You play really well,” he smiled, loving the music as he simply snuck a look at some of his tattoos, fascinated by them for the moment.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

There was something all too telling about the way the faerie reacted to his words; his interest. The sort of way that told Mew that this male was the perfect target for what he wanted. Someone to mold to his liking and purposes. And the faerie didn't seem to have a problem with another male's touch, which was good. Though any touch with flirting looked as if it was something raely gotten. Mew had to give pause at the noises the male was making, though the smile smoothed all that over for him. Nothing wrong with being a little weird, and sometimes a touch of weird made it all the better. It was probably odd to the faerie that as a vampire, Mew wasn't trying to bite at the moment. Nothing wrong with being different, though in Mew's case it was little more then a ploy to get what he wanted. Mew would go to great lengths to get what he wanted how he wanted it. This was no different.

When he saw the male's eyes dilate and then the look down, Mew leaned in again, tilting his head to brush his lips very lightly -- and briefly -- against the faerie's. A careful gesture given to let the male know he wasn't kidding at all on this matter; he was very serious. But he leaned back again, not pressing the issue just yet. He didn't want to scare the faerie off, after all. Couldn't have that. It was far too soon to be anything more then a calm but playful presence near the male. All of this didn't last too long as the male went to taking pictures and Mew went to play the piano a little; fingers gliding over the keys in fluid motion. At the words from the male at playing well, Mew gave a dip of his head. "Thank you. Years of practice. I enjoy the violin as well... perhaps I'll find one sometime and play that for you..." He responded lightly, giving the hint that he'd like to see the faerie again in case that point hadn't yet gone through.

After finishing up the chords to what he was playing, he paused with fingers hovering just over the piano to peer at the male. "What should I call you? I don't think faerie is really proper if we are out in the human - crowded public..." He gave a little smirk, intoning more the fact that he was looking forward to being around the male more. "You can call me Lex, since vampire and bloodsucker aren't particularly pleasing to the common ear." He adds with a little chuckle. He takes a minute to regard the faerie again; looking him over. "And you should agree to go on a date with me. It could be fun." More soothing spoken words given. Might as well do this sort of thing by the books; the more innocent ones loved all that stuff more often then not. An actual date or whatever to worm his way into the faerie's emotions from there? Sounded like a plan to him. Now to get the male to agree to it..

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London had no idea that the male was simply using him, but the male seemed normal, perhaps this is exactly how he imagined being interested in him. Although the idea of a vampire not biting him when he could have easily confused him, the idea had not gone unnoted but turned into a good note that he wasn’t simply using him. London was thinking quite the opposite. He simply then blinked at the male leaned in closer and kisses him, just unable to respond, mostly from his shock and the other from his inexperience. He had never even kissed someone before and his eyes brightened and he blushed. This was his first kiss, something gentle, although he wanted to try it again, but he did not, unsure of how to exactly do this without being incredibly awkward. He knew the male was serious now, more than London had guessed at before. He thought the male was simply flirting, but this went farther, to even dating.

He was not sure how to tell the male that he wanted this but he was far too inexperienced. The male seemed out of his league as most would probably say. He had never even kissed, never really had sex or done anything sexual. He simply listened to his words after the pictures though, listening to his idea. “I’d like that very much. I love listening to both. There’s no way to go wrong,” he simply said with a smile as he looked into his eyes. The male partially seemed too good to be true, but why not take a chance with him? “I’m London,” he said with a small giggle at his last words, nodding, “That would be quite unsettling, wouldn’t it?” He smiled then and couldn’t help that his accent sort of took over his words then, indicating he was from Ireland. He had been good at hiding the accent so far, but that had just changed.

Then he finally asked, well more told him he should date him. He simply nodded and smiled wide, unable to not be happy. “I’d love that, but…” He simply just held his breath and just finally let it out before he could formulate what he would say, not bothering to hide his accent any longer, “I sort of haven’t ever dated someone. When you kissed me a moment ago, it was my first.” He just blushed then again, feeling embarrassed that he was so inexperienced, hoping this wouldn’t change Lex’s mind. He felt some sort of subtle attachment already, part of him scared that the male would now reject him.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

Normal was a odd choice in terms for Mew, but it was what he was sorta going for when it came to the faerie; wanting the male to think of him as normal. It would keep the faerie more at ease with him, which was exactly the way Mew wanted it. Keep the male thinking he was a friendly sort of vampire. That usually worked quite well; people always romanticized the idea of a gentle vampire, right? It had certainly gotten Mew right where he wanted to be more then a few times. Keep the appearance of a 'good' vampire while he was playing them; worked like a charm. Yeah, Mew had this game all figured out, only needing to tweak it to the needs of those he picked when he decided to pick them. And for this one, this faerie, he had set some groundwork down already. See how well it worked, how quickly it got him what he wanted.

Mew felt quite pleased at the reaction to the kiss and how the male blushed again. Certain that things could work out smoothly from here, Mew settled back into his thoughts, his planning. The first parts to these things were always the most fragile; it had to be done right to get a person to trust you. Mew had to ensure he did not slip up in that regard, though he was quite good at this by now. There was little worry there. Putting the need to get a violin in the back of his mind for later, Mew gave a nod in response to the male's words. "I can play quite a few things now, but not all quite as good yet." It's a random fact, and he had only started learning some of the things over the past few years on and off. London. Interesting name for a person. "Have you been there? Always have to wonder about being named after a place... what it's like there.." He grinned a little, curious as to why London was named such being Irish, but not asking it outright. Yet.

Unsettling to be called vampire or bloodsucker in public around humans? He laughed lightly and nodded. "Probably more for them then me, though." He points out, amused at the idea. At London's nod and wide smile to the date part, Mew felt quite pleased. Yet with more words coming, the 'but' in there, Mew had to watch London, waiting for the rest of the sentance to come. When they did, his eyebrows twitched upwards. Well, that did make sense, and it also pleased Mew to know this. There was something far too alluring to a creature on that level of innocence. "We'll just have to figure out what you like then, won't we?" He replied with a smile. Then Mew tilted London's chin up a little, going in for another kiss. Gentle, sweet; a good sort of kiss to be remembered as one of the firsts. Mew wanted to woo London good and proper. That sort of thing kept them wanted more, kept them from wanting to let go.

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London was already all too comfortable around him, not to mention in a situation that seemed like it would have the opposite outcome. He was too fascinated by the situation then, and then by the tattoos and more about the instruments. “Mmm you should show me all the instruments you play,” He said softly as he looked at him and then heard his question and smiled, laughing softly. “No, my mother had sort of a fondness for it though. She had lived there for a while before she met my father and that was just one of the names she was determined to give to me. She said it was always so beautiful and cultural,” he said as he couldn’t help but miss her in that moment, his eyes falling, trying not to think that she died, yet that never stopped the thoughts from coming.

“Probably,” he laughed softly and simply saw that the male was pleased, feeling even better about the idea. He heard his thought, nodding softly, then as the male leaned into kiss him, he was slightly more prepared as he kissed him back gently, his lips soft and slow. He loved the way he was being kissed, some sort of sweetness to it. He even had gently and hesitantly moved his hands to the male’s chest, always uncertain of what to do. Once they pulled apart, he looked up at the male and smiled softly before asking, “So where shall we have our date?” He wondered if he would even tell him, just wondering even how the first date would go, then again he was jumping to conclusions.

His hands fell from the male as he simply a moment later, and wondered something.“Could I ask you something?” He inquired as he looked into the male innocently, always wondering if he’d be a good kisser.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

As long as London was comfortable around him, Mew was going to keep it up and do what he could to draw all of that out. At least to a point, since after awhile he did let on more on who he actually was and all. It was too much work keeping up appearances for too long, and Mew just didn't see the point in that. Plus, the more he let someone see who he really was, the more he could see how far that person was willing to go, what they were willing to deal with in a relationship. How much they were holding on. It was a neat kind of bi-product experiment on the matter. Mew figured he should at least give it some time before trying to go too far on this; perhaps try and make London think he was pushing the matter and go from there. It wouldn't be all that hard to let the faerie think he had more control over it all then he actually did.

Thinking of the instruments he could play a little and the fact that London wanted to see them all, Mew gave a little half-shrug. "Sure. Maybe we can go to a music store eventually and I'll play with some of the testing stuff." He replied lightly. If that's the sort of thing London liked, then Mew could go with it. Not a problem. He rather enjoyed playing music, so that could end up being a thing. Mew didn't see why not. Then about the faerie's name, and Mew smirked at the answer, looking thoughtful. "I'm sure she named you well, then." He commented, gazing over London again. He had to be careful around this one, couldn't go losing his head simply because he wanted to get in London's pants and have his teeth in the faerie's neck. Patience, for this one, to gain hold in such a way as to keep a pet.

It was nice, the kiss. Not the hungry ones that he might like more, but that would be gotten to soon enough. Had to have a taste before one hungers enough, right? At least that was an opinion on this matter. With the hands on his chest, Mew let one hand rest lightly at London's cheek, the other at the faerie's shoulder, fingertips running over the area. This was going rather well. At the words, Mew smiled. "Where would you like to go?" He asked evenly, curious on that. It didn't much matter to him where they went, he could figure it out for himself as to how he felt and dealt with it. When London's hands fell, Mew let his own go to his sides, dipping his head at the question. "Ask whatever you'd like." The words were light, quiet. Mew had no problems answering things, even if he might have to lie if that was what it took.

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London thought about his brother for a moment, wondering what he would think. Lately that’s all he had been talking to, of course, well not as much since he was with David. His brother was beginning to call him every so often, but London refused to go back right now. There had been too much that happened and he feels like he is too much for the male at this moment in time. He figured maybe he could just spend some time with his girlfriend and settle down a bit. After his suicide, his brother had lost it a little and London did not need to risk losing any more people in his life. He lost his best friend and both of his parents, something he still felt that was so painful. He just simply listened to the male now, and nodded, smiling, “Sounds good,” he murmured softly.

London saw him smirk and wondered if his name was funny and just simply saw him look over him, this time noticing, just blushing softly. “Thank you,” he said softly, grinning and then said, “Lex is pretty interesting too.” He felt the way the male traced over his shoulder and simply found the gesture comforting and yet teasing, even simply over his shoulder. He said softly then, “Mmm there’s a park close to here. We could just walk for a while if you wanted to and then there’s a small little café I know.” He shrugged, not really having any idea of what a good first date is. “Unless you have a good idea? I don’t really know what a good first date would be like,” He simply looked into the male’s eyes. Then back to that question, “Am I a good kisser? Can you even tell that soon? Or do you need to kiss me more? I guess I’ve always wondered.” His voice was nervous as he simply continued to ask questions.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

There weren't many that mattered or meant anything at all to Mew. Not anymore, not for a very long time. The only ones he probably gave a shit about now were his creations, and yet even those he'd kill if they stepped out of line. Which was another reason why Mew simply left them after turning them. He didn't want to be around them, no matter why he created them in the first place. It was one of those catch twenty-twos, for what happened if he did care about someone enough someday? He'd have to watch them die or stay away from them if they were turned. This was the way it was, though Mew had never gotten to that point before. He never allowed himself to get that far, to care that much. If he started to feel anything, he usually forced himself to end it. In a lethal way, more often then not. Which only served to make him colder as time went on.

His humanity had been slipping away more and more over the years, and there were days when he had to wonder if he'd be more animal now if it weren't for music, for that connection to the living that he couldn't toss aside. Otherwise, wouldn't he simply go wild, keep to the woods and snatch prey like that? There had been some years where it had gotten close to that, Mew wouldn't lie about it to himself. He knew it. He'd felt it, lived it. Yet it was the music that always pulled him back from the edge of going too far. Another reason why it was good to have pets now and then. Kept him from slipping too much, gave him another -- if brief -- connection to the human or mortal world.

Lex was just another name to go by in the years that came and went. One in a list of many he'd used to keep his real name from being spoken. Where had he gotten it again? From a tv show he'd glanced at once, he felt pretty sure. Wasn't sure what the show was called, he thought it was a spin off of something... Fled his mind right now, though. Mew gave a shrug; it was different, but easy. A short name that worked. When London told him of the park they could walk in and the cafe, Mew gave a nod. "That sounds good, if you want to do that." He agreed lightly. These were places he could run with well enough. "And good first dates are kinda in the eye of the beholder, aren't they? What you enjoy doing, not just doing something that's a social norm." He pointed out evenly with a smile.

Might be a lot less odd for them both if it wasn't dinner somewhere, since Mew wasn't fond of shoving solid foods down his throat just to appear human. At least London already knew what he was, so he didn't have to deal with that issue here. It was a nice difference. When the question came, Mew grinned, but in a soft sort of way. "You're a good kisser... though, maybe I should check again just to make sure..." He teased, pulling London closer gently. Mew liked the feel of a warm body close, though he kept himself in check, only going in for another kiss.