M-m-mad-madness -Lex-

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London listened to him and knew then that he was getting too far ahead of himself. “Oh, okay,” he simply said softly, feeling sort of weird after. “Mmm so tell me something else interesting about yourself,” he said trying to change the subject, a small smile on his lips as he nibbled on the food a bit more. He could see the male actually smile, noticing it this time, finding it adorable. He simply leaned against him softly and was glad he could please the male with his reaction. There was nothing better in life to him than seeing people be rather happy. “Mmm you could be a professional I think,” his tone was serious then, looking at him, wondering if cooking was one of his fortes in the past.

London simply had sipped the wine again, starting to get used to the taste already, being slow about it and nibbling on some food again, knowing that it is good to have some food if you have some alcohol. “Yep. How do I know when to stop? I mean, I know before I get drunk, but I don’t know what that feels like,” he blushed and looked at him, wondering what he would be like drunk, not exactly sure. He had heard of people being fun drunks or being all to serious drunks. He did not want to be boring or sappy, so he definitely does not want to get drunk in front of him before finding this out. He needed to be somewhat prepared, his eyes resting on him.

Within some time, he had finished his glass, already feeling the warmth spreading throughout him, but it was gradual, something he had not noticed. “Mmm I feel warmer,” he murmured absently, becoming less concerned about what he says and does. He simply sipped on some more, starting to nibble on the lasagna again especially. “Mmmm foooood,” he said, giggling softly as he continued to only get more and more silly, the alcohol definitely having an effect.

[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 wasn't uncomfortable with London thinking ahead about things, though Mew also did not think the faerie had all that much of a future to begin with. Not that he was thinking too much on that, either. It was more a set thing in his mind that this sort of thing usually ended in the pet's death. Not always though, because here and there Mew just left without a word. Depended on what was going on in his life at the time, and how he felt -- or lacked to feel -- about the mortal he was messing with. Didn't matter, because Mew did not feel weird at all about London wondering or even talking about plans for what he wanted to do. In some ways, it could help Mew decide when and where to cut ties and end it, just by listening to what the pet was saying about what could be; what they wanted. Something interesting about himself. Hm. What in the world would he say to that? He struggled with something that would be realistic -- because London might realize what's what if he stuck around awhile -- and not too deep.... "I like to sing when no one's around." He finally admitted, wondering what might be said to that. Was it interesting enough? At least it was true. When London leaned against him, Mew put an arm around the faerie and pressed the side of his face to London's hair for a moment. With the words on the food, he laughed. "I don't create, I mimic. Therefore, being a professional is out. Chefs need to bring their own thing to the table, along with being good at taking directions. I lack that in the food department." He pointed out with a bemused grin. Mew watched London sip on the wine, taking a drink from his own glass as the faerie asked how he'd know when to stop. The blush distracted him from saying anything for a minute, then he shook himself out of it. "Hard to say. People have different tolerance levels, and even then they don't always know when to stop themselves... Just limit yourself, I guess." He responded evenly, curious to see what London might be like drunk. But today wasn't really the day for that; not much use in it. Still, Mew let London have his glass, and then another before setting the bottle aside, out of reach unless the faerie tried to climb over him for it. And then the silliness kicked in -- good to know it went that way -- and Mew drank down his glass so he wouldn't be holding onto it when he tried to cut London off. "I'm thinking for now, that two glasses are your limit." He said with a little smile. template by Delusional

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London had never expected him to say that he sung and just looked at him, wondering what he sounded like. “Could you sing for me?” He asked softly, wondering if maybe he sang really well, wondering also why he had always done such things alone. London did not pick up on much of anything else going on, but he could tell the male had been alone for a while. He couldn’t help but understand how it was to walk alone even though London was sort of afraid to always be alone. That was part of the reason he tended to be so open and so friendly. He couldn’t help but feel so much pain when he thought of when his parents and his best friend died. He had his brother, that alone was nice, but he knew neither of them were in the right emotional condition. They needed someone who was strong and normal, someone who did not have a disaster happen to them.

London liked the way he put an arm around him, his face tucking perfectly between his neck and his shoulder, feeling like he could lean against him forever. He heard the male laugh and just smirked as he heard him talking, “Mmm well you mimic the professionals nicely. I can’t really cook, well some recipes I can, but I really never had the chance to learn.” London thought of his mother and thought of all the different recipes she had made, wondering how life would be different if his parents were around. He would not be here. In some ways, this had benefitted him. He had gotten his first date, his first kiss, an attractive date. He had more than he could ever ask for. He also felt like he was one of the few gay children who did not get some form of discrimination from his parents. His mother and father had always told him they would support him in any way he went, but he had known that there were people like him who ended up getting kicked out by their parents for such things. He really couldn’t imagine that.

London sort of listened to him but the alcohol sort of made him even less aware of what was going on. He did notice the male taking the bottle and setting it aside and blinking. “oh…” he said and simply blushed again, feeling embarrassed that already he was becoming drunk, or was he? He did feel a bit lighter headed in some sense and like he felt more lose about the giggly side in him. He simply finished his glass and leaned into the male, arms slipping around his midsection. “Mmm can I have some more? Pweaaaasssssssseeee?” He begs with a sort of cute face and then smirks as he tries to crawl over the male despite it being out of reach, ending up sort of ending falling forward into his lap, arms wrapping around his shoulder, looking at him, “oops.” He said with a soft giggle, and just was rather close to the male in that moment and just wanted to kiss him a little and so he did, leaning forward and kissing him, his lips tasting a tiny bit of wine, being slow and gentle.

[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] Well, Mew should have expected that question to come up next, though he'd hoped for those moments that the fact he'd stated he did it when alone might have prevented that. Guess not. Considering the situation, he supposed he understood, though. If there was possiblity of all the things that came with a relationship, then simply letting London hear him sing was a small thing. That was the way most creatures might look at it, but Mew was much more withheld with his 'alone' things then that. He did not want to be caught singing out in a public park... it seemed off to him. He gave a slight frown, glanced around and then back to London. "Not this moment..." He answered lightly, trying to brush it off for now. Mew did not want London to be upset by the refusal to sing at this time, so he gave the idea that he might sing later. Mew actually didn't know if he would or not, eventually. But he wasn't sure how he even felt about his own singing, to be honest. He would rather not be criticized. He liked the way London's face fit between his neck and shoulder like this; the way the faerie leaned against him. Like it was a trust thing, and Mew couldn't help but like when others put their trust in him. Even if it was terribly misguided and dangerous for them to do. Must be an ego thing when it came down to it. To have that kind of control over the situation. Yes, that must be it. When London commented back about the cooking, Mew grinned a little; deciding to play right along with the whole 'someday' idea. "Then it's good that I don't have to eat that kind of food; you'd make me starve." He teased gently, nuzzling into London's curls. It was a predatory gesture, but it wouldn't seem that way to London or the casual observer. More like something endearing to them, Mew would suppose. For him, it was taking in the faerie's scent and putting it to memory. Never knew when you'd have to hunt down your prey, right? Mew's sexuality was simple enough in his own mind. He hadn't always been inclined to be intimate with males -- back when he'd been human such a thing was highly frowned upon -- but over the ages he had found that it could be just as physically appealing as being with a female. Plus there was something more empowering to taking a male lover and the fact that traditionally they were the more dominate gender. All these things were probably residue carried over from the years of being feral, not that it mattered too much. He was a mixture of that creature and who he'd been while human; mixed and matched, ingrained into who he now was. Mew obviously did not care about what other people thought of the fact he was interested in males, though. The part of it with that which he always found useful was that over the years this thing was frowned upon enough that the mortals he slept with wanted to keep it hushed up. Which gave him more room to mess around without being caught. Who would dare tell, after all? This age was different, obviously. Now males were more prone to be open about it all. Which, again not a big deal to him; he was pretty open about it. But now they had the same expectations as females in a relationship in many ways. Oh well, change with the times. There had been plenty of that done over the years. Back then you couldn't be seen in the park all cuddled up like this. And here they were. London was feeling the effects of the alcohol, and the faerie even blushed to hear it. Then came the asking for more. Begging, make that. Which, okay, Mew liked far too much. Enough to debate giving London more, even. Of course once London tried to crawl over him for it, Mew chuckled when the faerie found himself in Mew's lap. At the kiss, Mew put his arms around London lightly, enjoying the moment and kissing back; his hands roaming -- but lightly, and not down the front of London's pants -- but knowing he couldn't get carried away. Not yet. template by Delusional

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London was sort of sad when he said not this moment, but it made promising notions that there would be opportunities later. He was definitely looking forward to it, and he would not criticize him. He had a feeling that he would be a really good singer, something deep down inside of him truly thinking so. He could guess, couldn’t he? He simply looked into his eyes, “Okay.” He was not going to push something like that considering how really shy he seemed about it. London was starting to pick up small things, like how he looked around, but that within itself was obvious. He simply just grew quiet, leaning into him as they seemed to cuddle for a moment.

London felt all too comfortable like that, with just laying against him and being held. He had never felt more safe in some sense either and just simply listened to his words and laughed softly. “You thirsty at all now?” He asked softly, wondering if he would want some blood, part of him not afraid of giving it to him. When he felt him cuddle into his hair, he simply smiled as he gently let his fingers trace over the male’s chest before resting there. All he wanted now was to relax against him and possibly kiss him. He would not mind falling asleep within his arms. He knew the male would protect him, or at least he thought that much.

London heard him laugh when he ended up in his laugh and simply when they kissed, he slid his arms around the male’s neck, feeling his hands roam and shivered softly, positioning himself to face Lex more, straddling the male’s waist and kissed him deeper. He was also enjoying the moment and simply played with the male’s hair, twisting the edges in his hands gently. He whispered then as he pulled back, “If you want to feed, you can.” The words came out, showing he trusted him even more, although this was all too quick, but he really did not feel that way. He had never felt so comfortable with someone so fast yet.

[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] Everyone had something that they did not feel like doing while in public, and singing was the thing Mew had a bit of an issue with. It wasn't something he liked to share with people, and he didn't know how good he even was with it.That alone kept him from wanting to sing for anyone. Some nagging thought in his mind said that there had been someone he had sang for. Back when he'd been human. And there was some lingering idea it had to do with being younger; maybe he'd sang for his younger siblings. his mind accepted this thought quickly enough. Either way, it wasn't something he'd done often or around many back when he was alive; human. yet the number of things he wouldn't do in public were limited. He'd probably fuck London right here on this picnic blanket if it didn't run the risk of ruining everything. Such a thing too soon would mess up what Mew wanted. And of course, London didn't seem to be the type to be okay with that sort of thing, either. But London did not push the singing thing, and Mew was glad he didn't have to go through that. He wasn't really sure what he would say further on it, and he couldn't get too mad over it if he wanted this to progress right. Yet he realized that there was a certain give and take he'd have to embrace for this, as it always went like that in some sense. Couldn't get much without giving, unless you simply took. And Mew couldn't be doing that. Not when he wanted to keep London for awhile. Mew let himself get lost in thought for a little bit, but with the whole food conversation, the last words from London made him shrug. "Not enough to need to hunt or anything, no worries." He responded evenly, repressing a sigh. He was often thirsty, but he wasn't letting it get the best of him. Not for a long time now. Mew did not need blood at this time, but he was what he was. He closed his eyes, just enjoying the feel of London's fingers over his chest, but when the faerie ended up in his lap, Mew's attention was on London. His hands paused at the faerie's hips, settling lightly there once he was straddled. He kept with the kiss, wondering if he should stop this now before it got any further or just wait and see if it went anywhere. But it was the whisper that made Mew inhale quickly; debating this. "Alright." Came the quiet response, and he ducked his face to London's neck, letting his fangs elongate before carefully biting down. The first taste was like a shock to his system, a jolt that made him go still. Then it hit him how much sweeter the blood was then a human's. The second thing that ran through his mind was that he had to hunt more faeries. but Mew forced himself to stop, to pull back from London and catch his breath. Then he decided to sing lowly, his gaze fixed over London's shoulder. template by Delusional

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London had simply listened to him just slightly about his words, wondering how he would feel about feeding on him. His assumption was that he really did want to, that he wanted most types of blood. He simply then was consumed by the idea of Lex, his fingers running over his chest and up over his shoulders, managing to slide along his bare skin. He really was not realizing how intimate things were becoming, simply feeling it to be so natural. London pressed his lips a little bit harder against the male’s, simply part of him now feeling the attraction again, but he did not let it take control this time again, simply had pulled back.

London heard his response to his inquiry, feeling him duck into his neck, just closing his eyes, everything happening so quickly and quietly. He couldn’t help the slight race of his heart, gasping softly at the twinge of pain as he then could feel the thirst in Lex radiating off of him, wanting to feed but he resisted the urge the best he could. He could feel a bit weaker afterwards, happy he could please the male. He simply then felt him pull back and simply stayed there though, hearing him sing softly.

London went still, simply listening to him sing and smiled softly, snuggling into his neck afterwards. “That was beautiful, Lex,” he said softly, being serious, falling for him already, for every part of the male that he knew. He felt the slight tug of his heart already. He wondered what exactly had made him change his mind about singing, but he would not ask or bother him. He did not want to make him regret singing in the first place. He had a feeling the male held his singing slightly close to himself.

[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] There were a lot of things rolling through his mind right now with London so close to him. The faerie seemed much more bold and outgoing while slightly intoxicated, but this wasn't really a bad thing by any means, no. Mew could enjoy such a thing, though he wasn't going to push anything today. There was something all too appealing about the fact that London could be like this after some alcohol, knowing that the faerie was so very innocent in these ways. It promised good things for the relationship to come, and more and more Mew was getting drawn in to it all. Wanting this more, though still for very selfish reasons. It was just how Mew was; the way he'd been for centuries now. What he wanted from London had to be dealt with delicately, because Mew was thinking that although it could take time to sink his claws in, they would then be embedded deeply and hard to shake free of. At least, that was what Mew wanted here. And then there was the blood. Sweeter then he'd ever tasted before; addicting. Made him wonder why he hadn't hunted faeries before now, though he'd never given it much thought. He certainly did not think that it would be so different, so good. That changed his thoughts on quite a few things. Like the fact that he'd never had a faerie pet, though that could also be just as much because of his want to avoid their leeching of emotions or lack thereof then anything else. He had his worries when it came to these games, and he did not like it when anyone got the upper hand. Mew knew that he had to be careful with this one as it was, though London didn't seem like the type to just take from him. Sure, he could give emotions to feed the faerie, but he needed time to figure out his own mindset on what was going to happen before it did. He'd probably search out the more potent emotions for London, too, since they were better. It was invigorating, feeling the race of London's heart when he'd fed; hearing the soft gasp at the bite. It was hard to pull away, but he knew that he had to, knew he had to be careful with the faerie now that he knew how strong the pull of that blood was. Then he'd sang -- not very loudly -- for London. Mew hadn't wanted others to hear, but he supposed that he could sing for the faerie. So he had, and it looked as if it brought London closer, somehow. Maybe it had, Mew didn't know for sure, not yet. But it was the faerie's response to that singing that actually filled him with a warmth he did not know he even possessed. It was strange, but it felt nice. "Thank you." He replied lightly, giving a little smile. He glanced at the overall picnic for a moment, then back to London. "Are you done with the meal? I'll put things away if you are..." He asked, letting his fingers run gently down the faerie's arm. template by Delusional

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London heard the song, just thinking on it for a moment. Everything about it was tender and sort of a soft melody, but some sort of sadness wrapped up in it. He wondered if it had meant anything to him, or if he had made the song himself. He had never heard that song before and he wondered if it hit home for the male or something. He did not pry because he had done enough of that today and with a first date, he did not want to ruin it with simple questions. “You’re welcome,” he said softly with a smile, happy he could make the male happy for a moment, hearing the slight smile in his voice. “Yes, thank you so much.” He simply felt the fingers run down his arm and gently pressed his lips to the male’s before smirking, “I really don’t want to move.” He grinned into his lips for a moment, knowing he needed to move in order for the male to put everything away like he had offered to.

London simply moved off of him, letting his body fall into the blanket and just lay there, a soft groan escaping his lips, snuggling into the blanket. “Such a soft blankettttt,” he said with a small giggle, just a tiny bit drunk and simply doesn’t move really, wondering what they would do next. “Lex, what is your favorite thing to do?” He asked, now looking over at him while laying on his stomach simply brushing his fingers over the pattern on the blanket. He wondered about him more so considering there had not been as much about them both that he would have liked, really wanting to get to know him, interested in him. He definitely had his favorite thing, but he felt as if photography was getting old for him, as far as an answer goes. His passion was photography and that was his favorite thing to do, but it might be more of hanging out with friends now, at least now that he had them again.

[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] It was best for Mew not to get into too many thoughts on the singing or the song right now. It had been done and although Mew was pleased that London enjoyed it, the vampire was good with leaving it at that. Perhaps later they could talk about it more. Though that was a funny thought to be having at all, for Mew. To even think that he would be talking about singing again with London after the fact that Mew didn't like to do it in front of anyone. But he'd sang for the faerie already. He wasn't sure what the pull was to have done it. Maybe it was the blood playing with his mind. He wasn't sure, and he would rather not give it much more thought. It was better to leave it alone, because it could bring up questions Mew did not want to answer. Time for cleanup. At London's press of lips, Mew kissed back, giving a chuckle at the words and nodding. "Me either." He responded, but he watched as the faerie moved off and onto the blanket; raising an eyebrow at the words over the blanket being soft. Mew gave a slight shake of his head at that, but started to put away the food and the rest of it; packing it all back into the picnic basket and setting that aside. When London spoke again with a question, Mew looked at him and sat back. He was wondering exactly what to tell him, since being detailed on those things probably would make a good impression at all. Mew had to tread carefully with this one. So he went with something simple, but true. "Having fun." He replied with a grin. Not a very specific answer for the faerie, but Mew was trying to cover his basis and not get into it. At least 'having fun' what was he normally did while doing those things he rather liked to do. Like blood-drinking, sex, hunting.... Not things that Mew wanted to tell London, of course. Not yet, anyway. Eventually, Mew might let on to these things. But only when the faerie was hooked well enough to not be too shaken by the confessions. "What about you?" He asked. Since London brought it up, Mew might as well return the question, because it meant that the faerie probably already had an answer for him. Whatever was easier, he supposed. They had some time to kill until London was more sober. template by Delusional

[LONDON ZADE MORTMAIN]

London simply heard his slight laugh, and his response, smirking softly and then could feel him looking at him before he went to pack away everything. He did not know why, but he just was too drunk to deal with it. He could feel the male thinking about what he liked to do, figuring it was hard for him to decide more than anything else. He heard the question mirrored back at him and simply touched his hair, running his fingers through it idly before looking at him. He smiled softly as he thought about his camera but even more so about this moment they were sharing together.

He then spoke, “I like taking pictures, but I also like hanging out with friends and well, hanging out with you.” The words came out, not really realizing what he said, although he was being honest, not really one to lie to begin with about things. Even if he tried, it was obvious that he could not lie. He simply laid there, looking at him silently for a moment, a few curls falling in his eyes as he simply reached up and brushed the few strands aside. His hair always had that sort of habit to fall into his face. “Erg, hair,” he murmured, as he simply focused on him again, smiling.

“Mmm so are we going to head home now or what are we going to do now? Just lay here, watch some stars come out?” He asked a bit curiously, wondering what else he had planned. He was sort of wanting to cuddle with him and well kiss him some more, that much was obvious. He felt the alcohol still swirling around, settling and only keeping him that much more silly and clueless. He was even feeling a bit sleepy from everything.

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