M-m-mad-madness -Lex-

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London wondered what it was like to be a vampire, to have to drink blood, to hear everything, to move so fast. He wanted to live bicuriously through the male. Losing his soul didn’t exactly traumatizing him. Hell this was the thoughts going through a kid who was once suicidal. From someone who had basically lost everything, he did not care anymore, not about dying or this. He wanted to enjoy his life and explore it. Somehow he wondered what it would like to have a chance to experience a life over and over and over again while everyone passed you by. See there he saw only more death and only more sadness. He did not ask the vampire, having a feeling it was a bit too much to ask on a first meeting.

London nodded at his words, thinking about the particularly last one and then remembers, “Well, I love that café, but maybe we should eat somewhere more private. I don’t really have a place right now that I can have dates at, but maybe we could walk to yours if you have one? Or maybe I can pack a lunch and we can eat at the park?” He asked, smiling softly as he thought about it, hating that he had forgotten about the male being a vampire even after that entire thought process.

London saw the smile and then heard his words, grinning then, “Thanks.” He laughed then and couldn’t help the slight gasp at being pulled closer, simply leaning into him a bit and kissed him. His one hand made it up over his chest into the male’s soft hair, closing his eyes, the other hand slipping around his neck, it only bringing him closer to the male. He loved the feeling of the other male close, becoming rather fond of it then, the kiss still gentle but there was a slight more intimacy about it, one that London really did not think about, but he seemed to get caught up in the moment.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

Every now and then, once in a blue moon, Mew would try to think back on how it felt to be human. Most of it he can't grasp any longer; it's been quite a spanse of time. There are things that linger -- thoughts and ideas -- but they don't mean quite as much to him as they have done before. Or at least, they must have meant something more then they did now. Mortals hung tight to beliefs so much of the time, and why would he have been any different? But then, Mew had gaps in his memories from the earlier days. After a thousand years things got fuzzy, he supposed. He'd learned to just let it go and let himself forget. It was easier that way, instead of being bothered because of something that no longer felt any bit relevant to his life.

There was a lot of death, and it could be very lonely if you were the type that needed a lot of social interaction, but the perks of it were good. Sight, sound, smell, speed, strength, age... these things could be helpful in many ways, though with that, there were the downsides too. Things kept changing, becoming different or more difficult to simply hide away. Mew adapted; they all had to adapt to survive it all without too much suspicion. But Mew barely cared about that anymore. It wasn't going to really affect his life if a few mortal creatures knew what he was. He could put them down if they threatened his way of life; nothing to it. He already had a thing for hunting down hunters. Taking out other predators here and there if they bothered him. This was how it went.

Mew listens to London speak about the whole date idea, looking a little bemused by the end of what had been said. It made him realize that maybe he needed to get a place for such situations, though right now he wasn't thinking going back to a place was a great idea. If he wasn't so concerned over his little game and keeping London from being worried in his presence, Mew would have pointed out all the reasons why it was not a good idea to go to a vampire's lair after having just met said vampire. Of course Mew refrained from saying anything of the sort. "The park would be good, and I could get you some food or whatnot for it. I can hang out and pretend to eat something..." Again, he looked utterly bemused at that part. "I don't like 'eating' in front of anyone, even if I were to, er, bring a cup of blood or something. It's awkward." He added lightly.

Not to mention that eating from a cup was horrid. Blood got all cold and stuff. Mew certainly wouldn't eat from a bloodbag if he could get out of it. The only way he would -- and he's had to before -- would be to pretend to be a nice, non-killing vampire that did those things. He'd learned to just make it seem like that's how he fed, but he didn't like doing it in front of anyone. Because of grossness. Though he didn't really care if someone saw him sipping blood from a cup to be honest. The truth behind it all was that he didn't like people who could pose a problem near his kills. Animalistic, sure. But there it was. But right now he was pulling London closer for that kiss, and all the other thoughts were leaving his head. Right now it was only what was going on now; the touches, the scent of the faerie... He liked getting caught up in such things.

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London wanted the male to be able to eat too without getting weird looks or being suspected of and London definitely would not judge him. How could he? He was a monster underneath some glamour that fed in a different sense. “You can have blood if you want. I won’t look at you weird and if we’re in the park, there’s enough space that no one will be around really. I know how feeding can be, maybe not the same type of feeding but still,” he said as he looked at him, smiling. People did not understand and the only people that really understood him were his parents. Even his best friend, David did not understand because he was a hunter. How could he? He was something that strived to kill what he was, what other supernaturals were. His brother sometimes seemed to hate what they were. So now it was just him, unless the vampire understood. London did not hate himself for what he was. He just was a faerie. He loved it in some sense, but in others, like his true form, now that was horrid.

London was getting lost in the touch, all the thoughts clearing as his hand gently fisted in the male’s hair, feeling a strange sensation, the desire for something more. He let the male continue to kiss him until he felt his blood redirect a bit and he pulled back slowly and smiled, breathing a bit softly, his hands brushing along the male’s neck and just was still so close to him, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He was afraid the male would notice would be able to hear it or see it, it not that noticeable but perhaps he would. He simply just felt all too exposed, knowing now that he liked kissing all too much, but that it tended to turn him on in some sense.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

It was mostly an excuse, those words about not wanting to feed near anyone. At least when it came to London, because even without the worry of chasing the faerie away aside, Mew knew he wouldn't feel the least bit threatened by the male when feeding. That was half the battle of it, really. Yet Mew knew he couldn't be biting people around London, as it would blow his cover as a nice vampire. And if he could help it, he wasn't going to drink from anything other then a direct source. So he was keeping with his excuse of not feeling comfortable doing it near anyone. Mew shook his head at the words. "I'd rather not, I'll just eat beforehand. Though it's nice to know you wouldn't mind me bringing.. that." He just sorta looked away for a moment.

He was actually curious as to what faerie form looked like, but that was a question for later. He'd heard it wasn't pretty though. Mew had to wonder on the whole faerie feeding thing too. Something about emotions? Didn't make much sense to him, and yet it did not have to. "How do you feed? Is it mandatory to survive?" The questions were careful, but not pushy. He wondered on if faeries had to phase to feed like that.. And how did they stay undetected if that was the case? Mew doubted humans would be okay with such a thing if they knew. Humans were so fragile, but that made them better as prey, he supposed. And other things, though being so fragile had it's downfalls too. Even for him and with the things he wanted from them.

Mew was enjoying this quite a bit, but even he knew that there should be a stopping point to this before he got ahead of himself. He couldn't go there just yet. Though it was difficult to pry himself away from London after the feel of the male's hand in his hair and the detection of arousal from the faerie. But London had pulled back, and Mew accepted that and calmed himself down. After a moment, he got up, tapping on the piano once more before stepping away with a thoughtful expression on his face. "When would you want to go?" He asked lightly, looking at London with a smile. "And what do you like to eat? I wouldn't want to get you something you don't like..." The question was even, and he waited for the answer.

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London listened to him, feeling bad on some level, but this went further than what he had said, just simply not wanting it to be awkward perhaps. He could understand that and maybe if the male was feeding from a person right in front of him, he would be rather uncomfortable, but if it was simply blood in a cup, there would be nothing bothersome about that, almost as if Lex was drinking some wine. “Alright,” he simply said, smiling weakly for a moment, not wanting to push anything on him. Then he was asked about how he fed and simply if it was needed to survive. It was weird though having to answer questions. He had never been asked this before, but then again, he was not the type to become or even have the potential of a future relationship.

“Well, I suppose I’ve always fed by touching someone, even just holding someone’s hand. We basically feed off of emotions, especially the really horrid ones. It sort of helps people sometimes. Well, in order to keep my human appearance, yes. If I don’t feed, I imagine someone will kill me. I honestly don’t know though as far as if I’d die without feeding. I imagine though, yes,” he explained, his parents not completely telling him what would happen, then again they never wanted to scare him with the details. Feeding was always a necessity, like even regular eating for humans. Eventually they would die from starvation, so how was this situation any different?

London watched him play the piano then for a moment, spacing out, calming his body down and looked into his eyes. “Mmm, is two days too soon? I would say today or tomorrow but I have plans with my friend David,” he said as he looked at him, not wanting to pass up his best friend right now. “I love pizza or well most italian food,” he smiled softly as he looked at the male, hoping two days would be alright. That was rather soon and he did not want to seem desperate either. He was just rather excited. He wondered what he should wear, what the male liked, and he simply glanced at the male for a longer moment then, knowing he shouldn’t be nervous but he still felt like he would embarrass himself.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

With the whole blood thing out of the way, Mew could focus more on the other parts about the date they were planning. Like the food London would eat. Since Mew could mimic really well, he could always watch the food channel and try to cook something up. It wasn't something he was great at doing by any means, but it was something, and he liked a challenge. Making food for someone consisted of that kind of thing, he figured. Could make the whole thing a sort of picnic, which he thought London might like. Why else use the park for a date? It wouldn't be hard to fix up a proper picnic date, Mew supposed. A basket, a checkered blanket, food... Not a problem. He'd just eat before he got there, nothing to it. Best bet was to eat good and thus have no real want for blood while on the date. Would make life easier on him to ease into it all.

Listening to London's answers about how a faerie fed, Mew shifted a little uneasily. He couldn't be sure how such a thing might affect this whole thing. What if London got the wrong emotions when he was pretending? That could be difficult to cover, so he'd just have to chill his emotions in general around the faerie. Shouldn't be that hard if he was careful. But there'd always be gaps in that idea, and Mew knew it. Oh well, it was a risk he'd have to take. He didn't want to walk off without trying for such a prized sort of pet. If he got caught and couldn't talk his way out of it, what was the worst that could happen? He'd have to take blood -- and anything else he wanted -- by force? Sure, it wasn't as good when that happened, but Mew'd deal with it if it came to that. But Mew certainly wanted London to keep feeding to keep the human look going on. He wanted to stay attracted.

So he didn't exactly comment to it for now, just giving a nod of his head while pondering the words more. He had to figure out how he felt about such a thing as being fed on like that. If it posed a problem on all of this. But it was just emotions... He could deal. With his mind made up on that, Mew decided to move on with the conversation. Namely to food, and what kind London might like. And the time for the date, of course. Two days; seemed fair. "So two days... five o'clock? Do you want me to pick you up?" He asked evenly, giving a smile. He had ideas already. Ones he thought London would like. Hopefully. Pizza or italian food. Alright, he could work with that.

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London couldn’t really deduct that he was shifting uneasily, not really reading that much into actions. Then again he was completely oblivious to what Mew was planning. Still they continued to talk about the date and smiled, “Sounds great. Yes please.” The words came out as he looked up at him, feeling spoiled already by his actions, but so far it sounded like a sort of dream date.

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London simply was going through what he ought to wear for his first date, sighing as he stared at the clothing, his fingers quickly sliding through the hangers of clothing and he just sighed, throwing himself onto his bed for a moment and groaned, feeling the nerves eating at his stomach. He was worried he would ruin this and make the male think badly of him. He was going to be here in like twenty minutes so he simply rolled back up, picking out some skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and a light leather jacket and found some converse and put them on and looked at himself in the mirror, wondering if this was really that appropriate. He looked at his hair then, it a curly mess and he sighed just seeing Captain coming in and coming over and rubbing up against his legs while purring. “Do you think this looks good, Captain?” He asked as the cat meowed and he simply said, “Mewwwwww.” He grinned as they went on like that for a little while longer.

He gave up then preparing for the date feeling like he should just dress normally and he was, but still nervous. He just simply walked down the stairs and sat on the couch, looking out the window then, getting antsy, waiting for the male even though there were still five minutes before he was supposed to be here.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #000000; border: solid 5px #333333; true] Mew didn't stress over what to wear, though he did end up grabbing a less frayed jacket and kept to something not too out there. For what he had in mind, he needed to look a bit less like a punk or something, right? Not that he usually cared, but opinion mattered in the way of getting what he wanted for this date. He intended to go all out with it. He'd even spent the time watching the tv to learn how to make really good lasagna, and then he proceeded to make it. Took most of the day to do, but he'd had time to get everything else in order the day before as far as the transportation went. So he had the main meal, a salad, breadsticks, a red wine because, why not? and all the other odds and ends for it. Basket, blanket, glasses, plates, forks... All of it was packed up and ready to go. The he'd gone to the ranch to get all that prepared. Renting horses -- a bay and light grey (which looks white) -- saddling them up and heading over to the address London had given him. Soon enough he was there, and he made sure the horses were all set before going to knock on the door. Once that was done, he quickly got back on the bay horse, holding the reins of the pale grey one for London when the faerie came out. When the door was answered, Mew grinned at the fareie and held out the reins to the horse for London. "I hope you know how to ride." Came the words. Mew was hoping that London would be pleased with the whole horseback riding thing, but he seemed like the type to like that sort of thing. Plus, what better reason for horses then a picnic? template by Delusional

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London had not really looked out the window for a while then, well for those five minutes but they had seemed like forever. Captain had come and sat in his lap, London automatically going to scratch behind his ears. That was when he heard a knock at the door, grinning and picking up Captain and setting him back on the couch before going to the door to see Lex. What he was even more surprised to see were horses. His eyes brightened as he grinned and said, "This is awesome!" He practically threw his arms around the male, all to excited much like a young boy. He was really more of a child than anything though. He said then after he pulled back, "Yes I do." He grabbed the reins finally and climbed up onto the horse and smiled wide. He loved horse back riding and well this was just the beginning of what he could sense to be an excellent date.

London looked at the male, "How did you know I loved this?" He smirked then and felt like the male was tapping at his brain but knew that there was really no way for the male to read his mind. He had not been horse back riding since his parents were around, then again this was a good memory. So far.... Lex had succeeded in giving him happiness even with the simplest of things. London really did not think about how the male might be using him because those thoughts just didnt jump into his head right away. Then again, who in their right mind would think that Lex in this moment had an ultimate alterior motive?

He turned the horse to simply return to the trail, heading to the park with Lex, smiling softly to himself. He was really not that worried the male would bite him either, being all too comfortable already. He did not really know whether that was good or bad, but he did not mind at all. "So Im curious. I just want to know how old you are kinda. Unless you dont like talking about that stuff?"

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #000000; border: solid 5px #333333; true] He knew he'd decided on the right thing when he saw the way London brightened at the sight of the horses. Not to mention what the faerie said and then did after the look. Feeling quite good about the situation, Mew just smiled at London and nodded when the male said he knew how to ride. Good, that helped. Once London was up on the horse, and spoke again, Mew just gave a grin and a shrug. "I guessed, really. I grew up around horses, so it was kinda second nature to come uo with the idea. Used to be a thing, going riding before a picnic." He said evenly. Then again, it had been the easiest way to get around back then, too. So yeah, of course it was a thing back when Mew was... younger. People these days didn't take horseback riding as for granted, so it was more of a treat to them now then it was back then. Back in those times it was simply a way of life. Yet he couldn't read London's mind, no. It might have been much easier if he could, but he relied more on his learned ability to read people throughout the years. It was a helpful trait to have, especially with the way he liked to find good pets and lull them into a false sense of security, wrap them around his finger so they wouldn't want to leave. Even once they started to realize more about him and who he really was. The darker parts. Mew just knew that the better of an impression he made in the first few days and all, the more it would keep a person clinging. People liked to rationalize even the bad little things done in a relationship so long as there were also things that made them believe they were really loved, that the relationship was worth saving, trying to make better. Mew thrived off of that sort of thing. And it worked like a charm often. Quite well with the more innocent ones, too. Mew turned his around to start for the park; aligning the bay horse's movements with London's horse's gait. So far so good; everything was working out according to plan. Mew just had to keep it up. Of course at the question of his age, he had to glance at London with thoughtful eyes. "Would it change anything, knowing my age? I'm peter pan, baby. Doesn't matter how many years I have; I'm never gonna grow up." He pointed with with a little grin, curious as to London's reaction to that. He didn't see too much of a problem in telling his age so long as it sunk in for London that his age wasn't going to make him any different from before, when they first met. It was just a number to a person who was frozen in time, where a mentality was stuck in some ways to where the body had to die. It was a difficult concept to actually get through to someone, so he figured the peter pan thing would be the best why to portray it. template by Delusional

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London simply listened to him and smile, feeling like he could get used to this, “Mmm I grew up with them too for a little while. That’s cool though.” He smiled and just looked at the male, entirely too happy by this organization of their date. He was not even sure what Lex had entirely brought to the park. He simply had seen that he was carrying something with him. He wondered a bit of what it was like a while back, only knowing the stories from the history books, but those could easily leave out important details and be sort of opinionated and one sided, depending on the textbook. He simply shrugged the thought away for a moment. “What other things did you normally do when you were younger?” He asked softly as he simply looked at the male.

London laughed at his words, grinning then and shrugged, saying playfully, “No not at all. I’m just curious.” One thing that Lex had to realize was that London was an extremely open individual and that there was rarely anything he could not tolerate or accept. He may not always agree with things, but he didn’t try to force his opinions and beliefs on someone either. “It’s just a number simply, but I’m more curious about like where you grew up and the time you grew up in. I’m sort of a history nerd, well not all knowing, but I am always so interested in things like that,” He smiled softly, continuing to go on the horses until they reached the park.

London simply smiled and then looked at him, “Do you think this is a good spot?” He asked, there no one really around as he simply looked at him waiting for a response. He had gently guided the horse to come to a stop as he brushed his hand over part of the horse mane.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #000000; border: solid 5px #333333; true] He listened idly to the words, looking thoughtful and trying to plan things out within his mind. So far the date was going well. London seemed pretty happy with it, and Mew knew half the battle was making a lasting impression. He supposed that he'd done that already, which was good. Now he just needed to make sure the rest of the date went just as well. Considering the amount of time it took to set all this up, he figured that shouldn't be too much of a problem. And London had said he liked italian food, and that was covered by what Mew had made. He had taste-tested it a little to make sure it was good, but his taste buds weren't in pristine condition by any means when it came to human food. So he had to hope it was good enough for London. Mew had been very careful and precise with the ingrediants, though. Just as was directed. With London asking more of what he'd done when he was younger, Mew shrugged a little. "Worked, sold horses... Things are sorta blurry from those days. I think I blocked a bit of it out. Must have been tramatizing, some of it, I guess." He replied, frowning as he tried to think back on it. There were certainly blank spots, and even Mew knew what was the norm back then, what some of those erased spots must have been. But he doesn't want to think about it, doesn't want to recognize what it might have meant to him; those missing parts. But he has an idea about it, and it only serves to bother him. Even if he does have that idea on what life must have been like for him, what he had in that life... he knows that it's only better to have blocked it out after turning. What if he'd cared about the people in that life? What if he'd ripped their throats out? It was all very possible, and you didn't block memories without a reason. Mew was quiet, pondering when London responded over Mew's comment on the age thing. But Mew gives a good natured grin and plunges on anyway after more words are said on it. So London was curious on it, okay. But honestly, what could Mew really tell him of those time periods? He'd been half mad when it all began. "I was born around the year one-fourty-two. And I can still speak old aramaic. Not that there's much use for a dead language now..." He said it calmly, glancing over at London to see what reaction that might bring. Yeah, just great to tell your date you were over a thousand years old, settling a few hundred under two-thousand. Still, why bother to lie about it? Upon reaching the park, he let London look for a spot to stop, nodding when London found such a place. "Looks fine to me." He responded, halting his horse and dismounting, getting the basket and proceeding to put the blanket down on the ground and settling on it. template by Delusional

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London listened to his words, wondering what had been so traumatizing, looking at him and then at the horse and simply tried not to think about his past, not wanting to think about the thing that still haunted him. He wished he could simply block out all of the memories. “Well, it’s cool you sold horses. If I could afford to have some I would probably buy some,” he said softly as he thought about buying a horse and was sort of sad that he could not now. Even if, he would have nowhere to put it, especially living with David right now. London simply saw him grin and just wondered what he was going to say.

London listened to him, blinking, the number rather large, but he just didn’t think that age meant anything. He wasn’t creeped out or anything either. Maybe some other people would be, but he wasn’t. He was surprised about the language and then smiled, “Can you speak it for me? I bet it sounds cool.” He was utterly curious about the language now, wishing he could speak more than just English. That’s all he knew, but he could try to pick up a language maybe in these next few years.

When Mew had said it was alright he smiled and dismounted as well, simply helping him then with the blanket before sitting down on it as well and then just let his body simply fall back, laying down, looking at the blue sky and smiled. He loved going to the park, maybe something he kept happy memories of as a child. He was curious about the male though, considering if he had ever loved someone. Considering he had lived for so long, he would guess that he has, but you could never be sure.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #000000; border: solid 5px #333333; true] Mew had gone pretty feral for the first good chunk of time after he'd been turned. He had embraced being a monster for whatever reason -- it's possible he was pushed to it simply be having been turned and doing something particularly evil -- and even now so much of that was still with him, still just under the surface. Yet he had regained enough humanity to be able to walk amoung humans again, to act civil around them and pretend. It was something that he'd needed to do in order to survive so long, though there were days worse then the last; days it seemed that he was slipping, reverting back to what he had been. Taking pets was a way to tie himself back down in the world, to keep himself immersed and his head in the game. It grounded him, and Mew was the type that very much needed to be grounded. He'd done some pretty messed up things that he could remember, though. He might not have been in the right mindframe when he'd done some of it, but it was the things that he'd done while fully knowing that colored him bad more then anything. The way he'd plotted and planned to manipulate people for his own uses. The fact that he often killed those people when he was done with them.. But what could you really expect from a vampire anyway? They were quite often self serving creatures that had no trouble hurting others for their own life and needs. It was the very base part of what they were. Mew was no different from any of that. Sure, there were enough vampires that adapted better to society then Mew did, and some that even got to the point of being domesticated. Mew had seen it before, and found it distasteful. A thoughtful glance was given to London on the words about the horses, and he nodded. It had been a long time since he'd tried to keep horses. Probably because in the earlier days he knows those horses he'd had were massacred by his own savagry. It was strange to thing it could have come to that, but he had been little more then an animal when it all started. Right back to the primal roots of being a vampire. How could one not have some type of trauma from such events? From having lost that much humanity for that long a time? Telling London these things wouldn't be pleasant, not at all. Mew did not want to do it. "I haven't actually owned any for a very long time. Conflicting issues..." He shrugged. It was all he felt comfortable saying on the matter. At leas the memories of being human while dealing with horses still remained. The age thing seemed to go over rather well, and it was nice to find that London hadn't lied; the age wasn't changing anything. It did with some people, though Mew supposed they probably couldn't help it any. In human society, age changed so many things. But being frozen in time, watching the years go by... not something that a vampire could do much about. He quirked an eyebrow when London asked him to speak Aramaic for him, and Mew simply responded by saying he liked London's hair and wanted to touch it in the language, then repeated it in English for him with a little smirk. There were quite a few choice phrases he'd like to whisper in London's ear, knowing the faerie wouldn't have a clue what he said. And there was a lot concluded on how someone said something, so of course Mew could cover the words well with something it didn't actually mean. With the blanket down and London sitting there, Mew reached for the picnic basket and started to unpack it; taking out the plates and utencils for London, then bringing out the salad, then breadsticks, the glasses and wine, and finally the lasanga. He poured the wine into both glasses and took one, handing the other to London. "Dig in, and let me know if I made it right..." He said lightly, taking a sip of the wine and smiling at London. Mew had no idea what was going on in London's mind, but he was hoping the food was good enough. And as for him, he was pretty set, not needing to feed for awhile, since he'd gorged before getting the horses and such. He felt it would be easier that way, to be able to resist the temptation of London's blood while on the date. He wasn't going to bite until London asked as he'd said, after all. template by Delusional

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London had never been the type to be completely angry and to lash out on anyone. Well no one but himself. He had internalized most of the pain he experienced and although he had not lived for thousands of years, he had experienced enough loss to drive him to insanity. London knew he would have to tell Mew that he had almost committed suicide and that for some time he was held in a mental institution. He hated being called crazy, but afterwards it seemed inevitable, even in the sort of larger town. It was a place that everyone knew his parents, knew him, and knew what happened. He did feel uneasy about telling Mew though considering of how this might change things. He also was wondering when he should tell the male because at this point they were simply starting to date but did that really mean they had to wait to be open about these sorts of things? He wondered silently then simply bein quiet.

London had no one really besides David. The more and more he thought about his brother, the more and more he seemed to be trying to forget about everything. He could not blame the male for their situation being too much. They both had lost their parents at a younger age when it seemed like they should have survived at least until their sons were 70 or 80 even. Maybe living so long was not a blessing but a curse. He figured he would lose so many more people he cared about, enough for about 20 lifetimes. He looked at Mew wondering how vampires could survive in their lonliness and loss unless they had friends like them. Now he felt uneasy again because if Mew and him became official, and they wanted to settle down, eventually he would die and leave Mew behind.

The thought sort of made him saddened wondering what all the male had gone through. He figured maybe the male would tell him some day. Maybe it was too deep of a conversation ever to discuss though. He never wanted to hurt or make the male feel pressured to tell him. In that moment, London was brought back to the date, heaing him merely explain he had not owned any horses for a while. "Would you ever want to own them again?" He asked, thinking that maybe if this did work out they could own some sort of ranch and get some horses. He couldn't really help but find the idea slightly adorable, and he really wanted to settle down eventually. Then again he had never known before this moment what wanting that was like. Part of him knew that it was unlikely that this first relatiomship and this first date would be the last one. He hoped it would not end but he was not getting his hoped up.

London began seeing him unpack everything, his eyes widening at all the food. He felt his heart flutter a bit simply cannot believe how much the male prepared for this date. "You are amazing," he smiled wide and leaned into kiss Mew's cheek. He blinked when the male handed him some wine, just never touching alcohol before. He took the glass, being careful, watching the male sip on his and he simply worked on preparing himself a plate, putting a little of everything on his plate and nibbling at some of each. "These are all so good!" He nearly squeaked just finding them all perfect and then he went to sip the wine. There was a sort of sour taste but he was trying to figure out if he liked it or not. "I haven't ever had something to drink before," he admitted then as he glanced at the male to see his response.

[BARTHOLOMEW LEX RIVEN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 355px; background-color: #000000; border: solid 5px #333333; true] Mew was certainly the type to be angry and lash out at others. He often did, if it had to do with other predators lurking too close. With most mortals there was a sort of enstranged detatchment on how he might attack them; they didn't really anger him on the most part. In his mind, they weren't worth the emotion spent on anger. They couldn't effect his life unless he allowed them to. As for pain, that was something different. He barely felt any emotional pain at all. There was no reason for it. Nothing that could really touch that part of him. Whatever could bring him pain like that was all locked away in his mind, even from himself. He'd never allowed himself to care enough to feel actual pain from anything he'd done in the days where he wasn't so feral he could remember what he'd done and have a right mind to have done it in the first place. The days before that? He wasn't even sure where the lines had been to begin with. Crazy. He had enough proof that he'd been there. High level asylum insanity, even. It wasn't so bad now that Mew could act civil and be around humans without going postal like those really early years when he'd first become a vampire. Suicide had never been something Mew had contemplated, though he supposed that was because he hadn't felt the emotions strongly enough that would push a person to do that. At least, he couldn't remember those feelings, or why he should have them. Either way, he wouldn't think much of anything about the confession of such a thing if London were to tell him it. Not at this point. It would give him mixed thoughts on how things could go later, but in the here and now, Mew wouldn't care too much. Why would it matter to him what had happened in London's past? Mew just wanted to play with the faerie's now and future. Anything else held little interest to Mew. He didn't really need anyone. Not for long, not in any lasting way. It had never been like that for him, and Mew didn't think it ever would get to that point. To him, all the mortal creatures were much the same, and he wouldn't want to be near most of the older creatures because a lot of those were the kinds he wouldn't want to be near as it was. There was no getting around these things, and thus Mew found it good that he didn't feel the need to cling to any one person. He had pets now and then to keep himself occupied, grounded, but it didn't have to be anything more then that. If questions were asked, Mew wouldn't really know what to saw, what answers would be good enough for London. Or what would make him seem more normal. To say he felt the loss of others? Probably. Yet it was going to be pretty obvious that he wasn't very friendly with most people for that very lack of friends. That part was harder to fake. When London asked if he'd want to own horses again, Mew just gave a shrug. "I don't really think that far ahead..." He responded lightly. And that much was true. He did not think in what the future held. He figured it would be as it had been the last few centuries. Nothing more or less. Nothing ever changed that much for him, anyway. Sure, Mew would feed into the idea of London wanting more if it kept the faerie clinging to him; Mew knew how that sort of thing worked. Once things were unpacked and set out for London, Mew watched the faerie thoughtfully. He blinked at the words, the kiss to his cheek and an actual warm smile curled over his lips. A genuine expression, though Mew had to wonder why he felt so pleased over the comment. It wasn't normal. He glanced aside for a moment. "Thanks..." He murmured, engrossing himself in staring at the wine glass as if it held secrets he couldn't quite fathom. There was nothing to say at the fact that the food was good, but he was glad he'd been able to make it in a way that was pleasing. He'd taken great care to do it all right, after all. So that work had paid off, which was nice to know. Strange that he felt he should care at all.... It had been awhile. He could feel some pride in how well this was going. Nothing wrong with that, right? Of course with London's next words, Mew tilted his head. "Really? First taste of alcohol like that? Hmm. Might want to be careful on how much you drink, then." He pointed out with a little grin. Though, now that the thought was there, Mew wouldn't mind seeing just how London acted while drunk. Could be amusing. template by Delusional