~a Little Something For Us All~

[Akira]

Veld blinked for a moment before busting out into a loud laugh, which he held for several moments. He had leaned his forehead onto the other as he continued his laugh and when he calmed down from the sudden laughing fit, he smiled and looked rather amused. "Sex?" he chuckled, "heavens no! If I wanted to have sex with you, I would have already torn your clothes off." He smiled pervertedly behind his continued chuckle.

"Everyone smells different," he explained, "and your blood is what makes one smell unique... I was just asking for a bit, that is all."

[snailfreak]

Delue stared at him for a moment, but couldn’t help but crack a smile and burst out laughing with him, not feeling embarrassed at all,

“Good, good, I’m glad you don’t, because they way you were acting was so most severely contracting what I thought you wanted…and it made me terribly confused! But no longer shall I be bewildered…hopefully not, that is, haha.”

“Oh my,” Delue said, laughing again when he saw Veld’s perverted sort of smile, finding it rather funny. But then Veld asked I f he could have some blood. Why would anyone want to drink blood? Was it some sort of weird fetish of Veld’s?

Of course, not being educated about vampires, that was all the blond could make of the situation.

“Oh, I see…but see, now you have confused me again. Why would you want to taste someone’s blood?”

[Akira]

Veld chuckled, eyes closed for a moment before he looked at the blond with the same smile. "Why else? You smell nice... I want to see if it tastes the same as you smell." he tugged onto Daxton's collar a bit. "I won't take too much... okay?"

[snailfreak]

Daxton gave Veld a weird look, but didn’t move away just yet. Delue was one of those people who wouldn’t run even when things got…strange. But, didn’t the aristocrat just not understand how a person would find him wanting to taste their blood weird?

“You have one strange fetish…if it is a fetish that…” Daxton said, adding the latter part of his sentence as a second thought.

“Well…go ahead if it makes you that happy….but you’re still not making that much sense to me at all…”

[Akira]

Veld made a toothy grin as he opened Daxton's shirt a bit, exposing his tender looking neck. He licked the area around the most prominent vein, smiling to himself, he held down the other man by his shoulders and repositioned himself so that he was now sitting ontop of the man. He moved his hand to take hold of the others chin, still keeping him pinned by his elbow, he moved Daxton's head off to the side before biting down softly onto the other man's neck.

He let the flow of warm blood enter his mouth and took the time to taste it. It was sweet, as he expected it to be, but it was not as sweet as he liked his blood to be. Nonetheless, he took his time as to not cause the other pain, he was sure that the tingling sensation Daxton should feel would probably kick in, in a few moments of having his blood drained from his body. When he finally pulled away, licking the remaining drops that spilled out before the puncture wounds closed on their own a bit, he laid down onto the other man, licking the blood that must have slipped past his lips onto the side of his mouth. He looked up at the other man, and he just smiled to himself.

[snailfreak]

Once it was all over, Delue did feel a tingling sensation, and he felt like it would take much effort to lift his head. It was a strange sensation…nothing like he expected it to feel like. One would think that having your blood sucked out would be an immensely painful experience. But it wasn’t….at least, not how Veld did it.

After a moment he carefully felt at the openings of wound. Instantly his mind thought of the dead woman in the alleyway when he felt the shape of the wounds.

“I’m officially an idiot…” Daxton muttered, “…it’s fine though.” Well, not really. Maybe for now. He didn’t know. He made a soft frown of thought.

How could he have been so…stupid and short sighted? He usually wasn’t. Daxton had to be one of the sharpest people you could ever meet. He didn’t feel like that though, especially not now.

[Akira]

"An idiot? Why would you call yourself an idiot?" Veld asked, getting off Daxton, sitting up and stretching an arm outward, making his shoulder and elbow crack. "Do not worry though, those marks should be gone in a few days and your lovely neck will be just as lovely again." He smirked and looked down at the blond.

[snailfreak]

As usual Daxton returned the smirk, while at the same time thinking ‘murderous psycho….’. Daxton was very concealing that way. It was hard to tell what he was really thinking…and he certainly liked to keep it that way. He was good at it too. But wasn’t it lonely to always be so? Perhaps. But Daxton never had the time to dwell on things, so that hardly ever hit him.

“ Good, I wouldn’t want them to stay, you wouldn’t want to ruin perfection,” Delue slyly joked with another smirk.

The gentlemen ran his finger through his blond hair, and slowly sat up,

“I hate to be a dreary bore…but I would like to go to sleep now, sometimes I find that in my life I don’t get too much sleep, so I always take advantage of any opportunity. As for why I’m asking you? Hmm. I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to disappoint the great Veld,” Daxton said with a wink, tickling his fingers across the other man’s chin.

[Akira]

"Well I would not go so far to say that I am "The Great Veld" seeing as there has only just been one, to my knowledge and I do not really think of myself as anything too great, perhaps great in the trading business sense, maybe... but other than that..." he shrugged and and just grinned with the other playfully danced his fingers across his chin.

"I really do not know why you are asking me to go to sleep, I'll probably just stay up all night watching you sleep. Being an insomniac has advantages most of the time." he grinned.

[snailfreak]

“To be honest, I don’t why I’m asking either. I felt like it, I think..yes, that’s exactly it, I just felt like it….or perhaps it was that I was trying not to be to inconsiderate….” Wouldn’t want to make him mad and get murdered. “I’m an overly-concerned person, sometimes,” Daxton decided, seeming to be thinking about something other than what he was talking about.

His hand unconsciously touched at the already-closing openings of his neck. He felt like punching someone, or screaming at himself not to be idiot. And even through the convoluted thoughts Daxton looked serene on the outside. That was why he was a very odd person, but in a different way than most.

“Well then, I hope I’m not a boring sleeper. I don’t snore…or so people tell me…you remind me of a prince, ha. I had to say that,” Delue said with a carelessly elegant little laugh. He laid back onto the pillow, looking up at Veld. Who knows what he was thinking at that moment. But then the moment passed and Daxton made a smirk as he rolled over onto his side,

“Good night then, my little prince.”

And soon, then blond fell asleep.

[Akira]

Veld just kept a smile, "Prince, eh? That's news to me." he chucked before laying down next to Daxton just watching him till morning came.

Once the sun had risen almost halfway to the horizon he poked at Daxton with a fingernail, smirking at the sleeping man beside him. The morning seemed nice and from the looks of it, a foggy one.

[snailfreak]

Daxton acted like he was still asleep for a moment when Veld poked him, but then suddenly lashed out and playfully bit on Veld’s finger. Then with a laugh Delue sat up, running a hand through his blond hair.

“Good morning sunshine, haha…” Then his crystalline eyes moved to look out the window to see the foggy morning, “Well, not that much sunshine…but fogs nice, it adds an element of mystery and makes the most dull people look rather enigmatic, wouldn’t you say?”

Then he sat up, looking at the window for a moment, and then turning around to look at Veld. There were a myriad of thoughts on his mind, but only a smirk on his lips.

[Akira]

Veld smiled when Daxton bit his finger. "If you say so." he said with a small chuckle, getting out of the bed, he was practically naked, all but a what seemed like a G-String on and some socks. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, bending down to get his clothes.



Hastie turned over slightly and looked through the window of his room, it was morning but it was too foggy out. He groaned and put the pillow over his head, not sure if the other two were up or not, but he figured he would try to get some more z's in before he heard too much movement and noise going around.

[snailfreak]

“”Of course I did,” Daxton said, looking as chipper as usual on the outside…while on the inside he was all in turmoil. All of that was paused when he realized what Veld was wearing. He was poised between making a laugh and making a wink, but he ended up doing neither, instead he simply smiled to himself and shook his head, glancing out the window yet again. Then all the various thoughts from the night before came flooding back to him, but his smile still staid plastered to his face nonetheless.

“How could I not sleep well with a darling prince t my side?” Delue jokingly asked back, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. If only things in life were that obvious, the blond thought to himself quickly after he had said that.

Then he thought of where he was now, about to be on a journey. That should be fun. Daxton decided he needed a break from his work. His work though was more like a lifestyle…so it was a break from his life. Work was an all-consuming way to live, for him, but there were good things that resulted from it, such as meeting Cyril. Speaking of Cyril, Daxton wondered if his friend had slept well.

“I’m famished,” he said, turning around to face Veld again. A man as poised and elegant as he was hard to imagine doing such as simple and menial task such as eating.

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However, it was Hastie’s movement that woke up the odd actor from his silent slumber. It had been a good, seamless as well as dreamless, night for Sebastian Ackart. The soft and rustling movement coming from the man next to him had woken him up in a snap, however. Slowly he sat up, his hair that was now down was usually up, so his hair lay in kinks and waves to his shoulders. He looked rather relaxed, and felt almost naked, though, without full make-up and costume on. He was rather defenseless, or rather he felt as so, like a rabbit out of its hole.

The entertainer did make a slight smile when he saw Hastie, awake and still trying to grasp at the last threads of sleep.

“And a good morning to you,” he bid to the other man.

And that voice was woke up Cyril from his sleep. Such a melancholy individual as Cyril of course had some not so pleasant dreams that other night, and Daxton’s absence hadn’t helped at all. Fletcher briefly wondered in his ‘just waking up’ haze how his friend fared the other night. Still, other than some pesky dreams, Cyril felt rested. His eyes opened, wincing a bit at the light coming in through the window, despite the fact that it wasn’t really so bright.

Then more thoughts came hopping into his mind, like Veld’s watch, and the journey that lay ahead.

“Cyril! You’re up! Good morning, lad!” Sebastian chirped to Fletcher from the bed.

[Akira]

(Sorry it's short and it took FOREVER I've been kind of busy with 2 jobs x.x but I will try to post at least twice a week.)




Veld shook his head at the prince comment. "I'll be your "Prince" if you want me to be." He said with a slight chuckle. ONce he was fully dressed he stood up and brushed his sleeves to remove the dust and small flecks of particles that accumulated on it.

"Hmm...?" Veld came over to Daxton and placed a hand around his shoulder. "Yes, so am I." He said with a smirk as he licked his lips.


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"Nooo..." Hastie's voice said in a croak. "I don't want to get up yet.... too early..." He said and tried shoving the pillow over his head harder to suppress the noise and voices from furthering to wake him up.

[snailfreak]

(( !!!! I’m sorry I took so long to get back to you on this, I didn’t even realize you posted here! Sorry about that! ))

Daxton’s seemingly good mood soured once Veld made it clear that he was hungry as well. The blond swatted away the aristocrat’s hand rather coldly, but somehow he managed to carry off these action with an enigmatic sort of smirk.

“I wonder if the others are awake yet,” he mused out loud as he headed for the door, beginning to walk toward the other men’s rooms. He wanted out of this trip suddenly. He wanted Cyril out of it too. Daxton couldn’t deny the obvious signs that Veld had been the one in that alley earlier, with that girl…who was now dead.

Delue felt almost….dirty. He hated that feeling. He wasn’t actually physically dirty, he was in fact quite clean…but he felt crummy inside, to be honest.

And yet…he didn’t plan on saying anything just yet.

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“None-sense! We must get up bright and early, I mean, it’s a beautiful morning!” Sebastian insisted energetically, hopping out of the bed and going over to the window, where he drew the curtains wide open, letting sunlight flood the room.

“Oh gosh…” Cyril groaned, wincing his eyes at the sudden and bright light, shrinking away from it just slightly. Well, now that Sebastian had made it impossible for him to fall asleep again, Cyril rolled over onto his stomach and grabbed the watched that Veld had given him, opening it up.

“Sebastian do you have a hair pin?” Cyril asked the actor distantly, staring at the watch's innards.

“Yes, I do,” Ackart answered, hopping over to the shy man’s side and handing him a hairpin. Cyril took the pin into his hands and began to fiddle with the watch. Sebastian watched Cyril work in silence.

“I did it!” Fletcher announced rather loudly, tossing the hairpin carelessly aside, causing Sebastian to scow and go to his knees in search of the pin. “It’s fixed,” Cyril added, closing the watch up. “That was rather easy….”