RE: New Breed - Blood Runs Cold - Sencreeya and I M x M yaoi pairing
Lazarus placed a plate in the sink and carelessly threw the chipped cup into the trash. He watched Damien discreetly from his bustling around. His ears perked at the boy's shyness as he ventured to ask what if he wanted what Lazarus would give, ah very intriguing, you did not find many openly masochistic teenagers. Lazarus full attention was on the child now, watching his lips form words that should have not been said so casually about ones on kin or relations in that matter, "Sounds like your experiences has been limited to undesired shit," Lazarus mused his voice holding the last notes with a icy chill. He did not approve of those things, Damien had been with, now they were worthy of that title.
Lazarus would like to be able to say that the boy was there for his personal blood bank usage and that was all, and that was mostly true, but not all. For a mortal, and no more tan a mere boy, Damien had an appeal on that struck Lazarus like a cord every time the kid opened his mouth. Maybe the pulse as also from the no fear thing that Damien had going on, many tried to fake it, but this on, no, it ratited off of him like a thin smoke clouding the vampires mind with puzzlement. He could kill him. Yet standing before him, the boy said he would not. Lazarus got this wild surge to do something to prove him wrong, to show him otherwise, yet the ring of the phone broke that vibe of this notion.
"Pokémon," The sheer word made a corner lip smile appear but in your own way. Magenta eyes moved curiously as a conversation began, it was a shame to say, Lazarus did not even need to try and overhear. His smooth features bounced between scowls to amusement from Damien's cheeky replies.
Once the phone hung up, the vampire adapted a rather neutral face unsure how emotional wise Damien was feeling. When the phone kept going off, Lazarus felt his jaw twitch , it was a nuisance. Feed up, the vampire reached for the stop where the phone had laid ready to smash it, o at the very least toss it into a closet.
Boyfriend? Such a title had no time to process the full grasp as the yelling man over the phone just did it again. Lazarus lightly un-gripped the phone from Damien's hands, one would say he was calm, but the dark and almost stony look on his face told another story as id the commanding yet dead steel words from his voice,
"Yelling will not bring Damien home to your twisted and bigoted home, so cease. Hearing you is unbearable enough without the extra octaves added on." Lazarus rested himself lightly against the counter, "Damien is no longer in your services as of today, yes I said services because their was no custody," He spat this with a singe, "If you try to pursue him, I can only forewarn you a fact your mind won't abide, so allow me to explain you death to you, not only will I drain you dry, but I will take the pleasure in ripping out your tongue and vocal cords before showing you what a faggot really is, now, if the brain cells let in your head can manage, I would at least say a proper goodbye, if not, by all means walk your path to hell." This last part came out so chilling casual that it would have almost seemed like they were conversing over sports, letting the phone flop in his palm, Lazarus laid his eyes on the streaked haired boy. They were furious and judginAg yet none seemed to fit for Damien, they were slightly amused and last but not least they were accommodatingly assuring.