Leid: There had been an ample amount of weeks gone by, since the arrival of the albino Lycan to this infamous Isle of Sin. For all his time thus far spent here, he'd actually only made a handful of public appearances. What had he spent all of his other free time doing? Why, scouting out his new territory like a good dog, of course! Slinking silently in shadows, he had made it his business to learn of the island's business, through the use of those heightened auditory sensors of his. My, my! What a deliciously corrupted, isolated settlement this was! Intricate, and highly detailed maps were dictated, having made it a point to find out just where every regular of the estate stayed, as well as a general note of what professions, trades, and sins were committed on a daily basis. With his personal research nearly complete, the education gentleman had begun to make his presence more... obvious. Currently, the attractively pale man sat in a out of the way booth, towards the back of the bar, nursing what appeared to be some sort of fine amber liquor, as surgeon's fingers gripped expertly upon a quill, seeming to be jotting down notes of some sort. Posture of his spine was angled into a perfect, upright arch, despite the way his head was pouring over paperwork. One toned leg was crossed upon the other; both appendages fit tightly together in typical, aristocratic fashion. Despite the attention he was placing into his writing, it seemed he still had ample space within the expanse of his mind to whistle! From pursed lips, came a melancholy, languid melody that was accompanied by the purposeful tapping of strong fingertips from his free hand. For those savvy in music of the classical nature, his little performance was a nocturne by a beloved composer of his; a Mister Frederic Burgmuller. A man hailing from his own country land, Leid found himself able to easily identify with the rather solemn, muted pieces that the fellow was inclined to produce. The colorless abomination seemed not even mindful that he was producing such a melody out loud, pressing line, after line of ink to the page. At the moment, he had the entire room to himself- unaware that he was soon to be paid a visit by an old... source of inspiration.
Allana: There was a limit to which her mental capacity for emotion could withstand, and tonight it had boiled over. Memories of times long passed where assault could have been etched into a daily planner, a barren body useless for their true need of superior genetics...but it was a body none the less. Environmental causes and a history such as this had built a wall of ice around any form of weakness, and tonight this wall had been threatened. Arvedui was a fool beyond reason and now her little game had come to an end. Having woken from the unconscious world of peaceful numbness and quiet, she'd said some things and left his quarters abruptly. The day had gone on as it did and now as nights devilish followers emerged from their hiding places, so did she. Refreshed as much as possible and laden with the finest of fur, outward appearance resumed that air of aristocracy and confidence. Inside a battle was raging to keep it all together.-- Soft and smooth came the familiar music to her sensitive ears, a melody long ago buried away with it's owner until this very moment. The melancholy cadence of this nostalgic whistle was enough to entice the lycan woman into a trance, oh so knowing foot steps clicking across stone and up stairs into the lonely bar. It was there that the torch lit walls seemed to enclose around her, tunnel vision placing only him in her sights and nothing more. Had the rumors been true? No, she'd discarded any gossip of such notions weeks ago when they had began to slither into always listening ears. Yet, there he was in all of his stoic perfection, an outcast in design but truly magnificent in all ways that she saw important. Familiarity and comfort surged through pulsing veins as quiet steps pulled her closer to him, the picture of quill upon parchment and song between his lips must have been straight out of her imagination. Her voice chimed out feather soft and almost inaudible with disbelief. "Professor..." A thousand and one questions wished to fly out her her mouth like an angry swarm of bee's but shock and silence quelled her lips from emitting much more.
Leid: There was something about the open atmosphere of the bar that helped him to focus on his current task. Just what was he dictating notes of, anyway? If any had been curious enough to spy upon his parchment, they'd find that he was actually drawing! His current objective, was to document the various types of plants and wildlife he'd thus far happened upon during his stay. Why did such a thing even matter, when he'd been tasked with researching the island's mythical inhabitants? Well, because there was a good bit of advantage to be taken from knowing just what herbs and fungi he had at his disposal to concoct all manner of defense, and revenge alike. Nimble, meticulous digits, had etched quite detailed representations of the many flora he'd found; describing their qualities and attributes in great length with tiny, extremely neat handwriting. It was almost as if he was highly enjoying the activity; with the way the fingers on his free hand had danced themselves upon the tabletop with enthusiasm. The moment he was no longer alone in the bar, he had known. But diligent quill still continued to mark its ink upon the page, as if he was blissfully unaware he was being approached. It wasn't until Allana was naught but a few feet away, that perhaps she could see the very corners of those rosy lips quirk oh-so-slightly upwards. Even if it was such a small gesture for many, it was a immense one for him; the albino rare to actually make any sort of genuine display of emotion. " Der Star... " his finest pupil's privately used nickname uttered in an appreciative tone in honeyed cords. Quill was placed neatly back within its reservoir, and the fluid grace of his many years of practicing eloquence, had him slipped out from the booth, and approaching his darling student, "Please. I am no longer your teacher, and you are no longer my student..."He bent his spine at the hips to lean over enough to seek out the woman's dainty hand, and... if she allow, he'd grip merely those slender fingertips; bringing them with a purposefully languid motion towards his mouth, "Call me Leid." Murmur would be made against warm, sun-kissed skin, before his lips would briefly pay their respects to the stolen appendage. Straightening his posture once more, he would hold onto her hand a few lingering, reminiscent moments more, "It is so very nice to see you. I could have figured you might've followed your wayward brother to this island." He paused to make an almost-pitied smile, "But alas. We can catch up later. I smell the distress on you. Come..." He motioned towards his booth, gently tugging at her hand to guide her closer to it, before he'd release it to its own devices, "... It is unlike you to allow life's circumstances to meddle with your sense of reason..." To say he was concerned about her state of well-being, was certainly a grand and troubling truth.
Allana: What a sight indeed, even before he gave proof of noticing her the feeling of being recognized and appreciated was evident, and relieving. Just the slightest smile from those lips set all of her senses on fire, enough so that she might as well melted in his presence. Mint hued eyes pulled away from Leid momentarily to view the intricate drawings of flora and fauna which littered the sketch book, the sight producing strong deja vu from times lost past. He'd always been detail oriented, many long nights spent under the light of a fading candle if it meant he'd finish his work on time. She'd been there for some, a sponge wishing to absorb any skill it could. The smell of ink upon parchment was nostalgic beyond words but nothing compared to hearing her nickname upon his lips. Fluttering lashes would veil unbelieving eyes as blushed cheek turned against his calm correction. Just as she'd taken up the vision of stones beneath feet there he was, with cautious and comforting hands reaching for her own which seemed to tremble beneath his kiss. Were it not for the situation just passed or the fact that he was alive and here, she'd never have let guard down this easy. Not for anyone. -- Very much like a porcelain doll she moved beneath his hands and listened as if in a trance to every word, legs bending smoothly and body sliding into the booth at his request. So much to ask, so much to say, the pounding of her heart would be no well kept secret at this point. Rare hesitation infected her normally well spoken mind and he knew this, sensed something was wrong. "Leid, mein Lehrer." Hopeful eyes looked up at the albino man, an ounce of strength returning as she'd bask in his comfort; enough for the same hand to rise up and beckon him to sit. "My deepest apologies for disrespecting you like this, I ...I'm never like this, please excuse me." What a fool she was, after all these years of fashioning her actions from his advise and this is how he is to be repaid? In weakness?
Leid: Such a handsomely dressed, elegant man; standing there with a lovely woman who was just as elegantly dressed, beside what appeared to be their own little corner of the bar... They most likely appeared to be some young, wealthy couple that were visiting the island on some sort of outlandish holiday to satiate their morbid curiosities for the infamous Isle of Sin's rather... hedonistic reputation. Yet! The two of them were both centuries old, and certainly not a couple... Merely two beautiful and flawless sets of falsified skin fitted tightly over a couple of primal and savage beasts. The dear professor could not help the sense of satisfaction he felt from rendering his young, lovely pupil into a canvas of darling rosy hues, and coursing with heated blood. Surely, the handsome and elegant man could turn just about any woman's head; but Allana was not just any woman, and her honest reactions to his methods of doting upon her were quite... enjoyable. Gently escorting the resplendent woman to the booth he currently occupied, he was openly inviting her to share his space, and perhaps, liquor, with him. Long since a master at both psychology, as well as physiology; the educated man was difficult to hide imperfections of psyche from; especially for someone he knew so well, like his star student. An infectious, warm grin had been plastered upon his face as he made himself comfortable once again. Surely, the expression was almost completely falsified; having long-since automatically called upon such displays of 'humanity' in his many dealings with 'others'. However, since he was, indeed, quite delighted to be in the company of such a familiar, and adored face, not entirely all of that smile had been plastic. Parchments and quill were promptly stacked and nudged diligently out of the way, so that his main focus may certainly be the lovely woman sitting in front of him. "My, you haven't changed a bit, yet, somehow... more radiantly lovely than I had remembered you being." His tone was smooth and lulling, and sincere. Of course, the statement had dismissed her making attempts at apologies, but it was only because he felt it important that she know she was still valued, despite whatever situation that occurred that had her so flustered, "Allana..." Trail of words made as his fingers laced one, over the other, and his head dipped down oh-so-slightly to make the atmosphere a little more intimate between them, "Why are you apologizing to me? Everyone has their momentary lapses of weakness... Even me. Come..." Again, he paused his statement to usher over a bar-maiden with a raise and gentle, beckoning wiggle of his pale fingers, "... We will share in some fine liquor of your choosing, and you will tell me just what it is that happened that has you so dismantled." His statement made in a demand, rather a request. Why? Because he was Leid, and Leid always got what he wanted. At least, he told himself he did.
Allana: It was a quiet night indeed and somehow the lack of patrons sipping away at drinks made the scene that much more intimate, although their presence wasn't unnoticed by the bar maid. The Teather didn't have a deficiency of beautiful beings by any means, but their aristocratic clothing and demeanor was far and few between. Beasts enveloped in skin which rivaled the beauty of renaissance angels were surely made to turn heads, yet what slumbered within was created to rip them clean off. -- It was true that a mask was the usual disguise worn in the daily masquerade of life but Leid and Allana both seemed to share a silent vow to be genuine, why else was she looking at him the way she was now? Dark lashes and hooded lids opened and closed slowly at the sound of his voice, chin rising in sync with his own dipping so that she might finally look into those dazzling violet eyes. How was it that he could open her mind up like one of his many books and read it so clearly? The talent wasn't disliked, yet a certain helplessness might have gleamed behind mint hued sight at the thought. Before she had a chance to let loose all her worries and words the social cue was spotted and she sat back to address Evelyn, the usual bar maid who couldn't help but let a snide smile cross her lips once she saw Allana sitting with yet another man. Easily enough her outward appearance dropped a few degrees as the mouse was given a cold stare, words baltic and void of emotion. "Scotch, you know which one Evelyn." Making it a point to say her name, Allana watched as the lady curtsied and left boiling inside. Attention was gracefully turned back towards Leid as she couldn't help but let a smirk hitch at her lips corner, her sanity and strength slowly rejuvenating just with their proximity. "I can only say the same for you but wish I could invent new words to describe just how pleased I am that you're here." Daring enough to return his affection, a hand with ringed fingers would hope to brush a loose strand of hair away from his face as she'd continue softly. "To place it all in simple terms...a momentary lapse of sanity might describe it best. A reminder that I'm far from weak, made me feel unnatural. Inefficient." She was speaking of course about the lack of love which swelled in her little black heart, for there were two men she'd met on this island which had been burned by her rejection. A woman's worries, were they not? Surely he had much more exciting news to tell. "Let us drink to expunge it and talk about why you're here, of all places."
Leid's talent for opening the skulls of others was not a naturally acquired gift; not at all. Years, upon years of studying his own rather emotionally reclusive kind, had earned him a unique perspective of the mind, which was only natural to flow outwards onto other beings who possessed enough reason to carry the additional baggage of 'sentiments'. All the same, he found himself simply smitten, to be within the presence of one of his own, adored kind. A celebration was in order! And in such, he called upon what hapless maiden happened to be nearby to order liquor from.
Nothing was said in the way the rodent-woman had so easily allowed her emotions to bubble at the surface as drinks were ordered, only adding a, "Make that a bottle, please, Mademoiselle." Shortly after, producing a couple of gold coins in the Tether's currency, and setting them down with a gentle chime at the end of the table. Care was taken to see that his none of his person had touched space with the furry lass, as cleanliness had always been a staple of Leid's strikingly uncommon appearance. With the lady off and on her way to prepare their scant, yet moderately priced order; the albino was left with focusing his full attention on Allana, his fingers reaching to his brow to pluck the red-wire frames from them and set them neatly on his pile of parchments. Thin, wispy, colorless eyebrow of his lifted in an intrigued way to be told that, "Invent new words? My dear, you flatter me, surely." That didn't stop him from making a delighted grin of satisfaction, all the same. A stray strand of his pale hair was tucked behind a pierced ear, and he found his amethyst gaze, riddled with muse, rising over her lovely, tanned visage to meet her own jade stare. Certainly, they were quite apt at holding one another's interest, with Leid perfectly content to remain a solid form of peaked curiosity, soaking up the young pupil's burdens as she unloaded them upon him. "My dear Star..." He chuckled softly, "We are unnatural. Naught but damned servants, created as play pieces for those that consider themselves our better." He reminded her gently, even if his statement seemed to hold no true love or devotion for their 'betters' that he spoke of. Offer to drink away her troubles, and perhaps celebrate his arrival upon the island, seemed to veer the conversation instantly into a direction that the albino quite enjoyed; a grin of sly satisfaction made, "Why of course, my darling. Let us pretend, if only for a few hours, that were are not bastardized abominations, and instead masterworks of something greater, hmm?" Their order of scotch was delivered and Evelyn quietly went about setting down their iced glasses and the liquor. Another curtsy, and she was off and out of their way. Leid picked up the container of fine alcohol, and poured first a generous helping for his Star, and then an equally ample amount for himself. Setting the decanter off to the side, he raised his glass in customary fashion, intending to create a toast, "I was sent to this Isle of Sin in a fact-finding mission." His brows lift in a brief way, signifying his own ridiculous notion of such a 'quest', as he sought to tap the rim of his glass to her's.
Allana: There was a limit to which her mental capacity for emotion could withstand, and tonight it had boiled over. Memories of times long passed where assault could have been etched into a daily planner, a barren body useless for their true need of superior genetics...but it was a body none the less. Environmental causes and a history such as this had built a wall of ice around any form of weakness, and tonight this wall had been threatened. Arvedui was a fool beyond reason and now her little game had come to an end. Having woken from the unconscious world of peaceful numbness and quiet, she'd said some things and left his quarters abruptly. The day had gone on as it did and now as nights devilish followers emerged from their hiding places, so did she. Refreshed as much as possible and laden with the finest of fur, outward appearance resumed that air of aristocracy and confidence. Inside a battle was raging to keep it all together.-- Soft and smooth came the familiar music to her sensitive ears, a melody long ago buried away with it's owner until this very moment. The melancholy cadence of this nostalgic whistle was enough to entice the lycan woman into a trance, oh so knowing foot steps clicking across stone and up stairs into the lonely bar. It was there that the torch lit walls seemed to enclose around her, tunnel vision placing only him in her sights and nothing more. Had the rumors been true? No, she'd discarded any gossip of such notions weeks ago when they had began to slither into always listening ears. Yet, there he was in all of his stoic perfection, an outcast in design but truly magnificent in all ways that she saw important. Familiarity and comfort surged through pulsing veins as quiet steps pulled her closer to him, the picture of quill upon parchment and song between his lips must have been straight out of her imagination. Her voice chimed out feather soft and almost inaudible with disbelief. "Professor..." A thousand and one questions wished to fly out her her mouth like an angry swarm of bee's but shock and silence quelled her lips from emitting much more.
Leid: There was something about the open atmosphere of the bar that helped him to focus on his current task. Just what was he dictating notes of, anyway? If any had been curious enough to spy upon his parchment, they'd find that he was actually drawing! His current objective, was to document the various types of plants and wildlife he'd thus far happened upon during his stay. Why did such a thing even matter, when he'd been tasked with researching the island's mythical inhabitants? Well, because there was a good bit of advantage to be taken from knowing just what herbs and fungi he had at his disposal to concoct all manner of defense, and revenge alike. Nimble, meticulous digits, had etched quite detailed representations of the many flora he'd found; describing their qualities and attributes in great length with tiny, extremely neat handwriting. It was almost as if he was highly enjoying the activity; with the way the fingers on his free hand had danced themselves upon the tabletop with enthusiasm. The moment he was no longer alone in the bar, he had known. But diligent quill still continued to mark its ink upon the page, as if he was blissfully unaware he was being approached. It wasn't until Allana was naught but a few feet away, that perhaps she could see the very corners of those rosy lips quirk oh-so-slightly upwards. Even if it was such a small gesture for many, it was a immense one for him; the albino rare to actually make any sort of genuine display of emotion. " Der Star... " his finest pupil's privately used nickname uttered in an appreciative tone in honeyed cords. Quill was placed neatly back within its reservoir, and the fluid grace of his many years of practicing eloquence, had him slipped out from the booth, and approaching his darling student, "Please. I am no longer your teacher, and you are no longer my student..."He bent his spine at the hips to lean over enough to seek out the woman's dainty hand, and... if she allow, he'd grip merely those slender fingertips; bringing them with a purposefully languid motion towards his mouth, "Call me Leid." Murmur would be made against warm, sun-kissed skin, before his lips would briefly pay their respects to the stolen appendage. Straightening his posture once more, he would hold onto her hand a few lingering, reminiscent moments more, "It is so very nice to see you. I could have figured you might've followed your wayward brother to this island." He paused to make an almost-pitied smile, "But alas. We can catch up later. I smell the distress on you. Come..." He motioned towards his booth, gently tugging at her hand to guide her closer to it, before he'd release it to its own devices, "... It is unlike you to allow life's circumstances to meddle with your sense of reason..." To say he was concerned about her state of well-being, was certainly a grand and troubling truth.
Allana: What a sight indeed, even before he gave proof of noticing her the feeling of being recognized and appreciated was evident, and relieving. Just the slightest smile from those lips set all of her senses on fire, enough so that she might as well melted in his presence. Mint hued eyes pulled away from Leid momentarily to view the intricate drawings of flora and fauna which littered the sketch book, the sight producing strong deja vu from times lost past. He'd always been detail oriented, many long nights spent under the light of a fading candle if it meant he'd finish his work on time. She'd been there for some, a sponge wishing to absorb any skill it could. The smell of ink upon parchment was nostalgic beyond words but nothing compared to hearing her nickname upon his lips. Fluttering lashes would veil unbelieving eyes as blushed cheek turned against his calm correction. Just as she'd taken up the vision of stones beneath feet there he was, with cautious and comforting hands reaching for her own which seemed to tremble beneath his kiss. Were it not for the situation just passed or the fact that he was alive and here, she'd never have let guard down this easy. Not for anyone. -- Very much like a porcelain doll she moved beneath his hands and listened as if in a trance to every word, legs bending smoothly and body sliding into the booth at his request. So much to ask, so much to say, the pounding of her heart would be no well kept secret at this point. Rare hesitation infected her normally well spoken mind and he knew this, sensed something was wrong. "Leid, mein Lehrer." Hopeful eyes looked up at the albino man, an ounce of strength returning as she'd bask in his comfort; enough for the same hand to rise up and beckon him to sit. "My deepest apologies for disrespecting you like this, I ...I'm never like this, please excuse me." What a fool she was, after all these years of fashioning her actions from his advise and this is how he is to be repaid? In weakness?
Leid: Such a handsomely dressed, elegant man; standing there with a lovely woman who was just as elegantly dressed, beside what appeared to be their own little corner of the bar... They most likely appeared to be some young, wealthy couple that were visiting the island on some sort of outlandish holiday to satiate their morbid curiosities for the infamous Isle of Sin's rather... hedonistic reputation. Yet! The two of them were both centuries old, and certainly not a couple... Merely two beautiful and flawless sets of falsified skin fitted tightly over a couple of primal and savage beasts. The dear professor could not help the sense of satisfaction he felt from rendering his young, lovely pupil into a canvas of darling rosy hues, and coursing with heated blood. Surely, the handsome and elegant man could turn just about any woman's head; but Allana was not just any woman, and her honest reactions to his methods of doting upon her were quite... enjoyable. Gently escorting the resplendent woman to the booth he currently occupied, he was openly inviting her to share his space, and perhaps, liquor, with him. Long since a master at both psychology, as well as physiology; the educated man was difficult to hide imperfections of psyche from; especially for someone he knew so well, like his star student. An infectious, warm grin had been plastered upon his face as he made himself comfortable once again. Surely, the expression was almost completely falsified; having long-since automatically called upon such displays of 'humanity' in his many dealings with 'others'. However, since he was, indeed, quite delighted to be in the company of such a familiar, and adored face, not entirely all of that smile had been plastic. Parchments and quill were promptly stacked and nudged diligently out of the way, so that his main focus may certainly be the lovely woman sitting in front of him. "My, you haven't changed a bit, yet, somehow... more radiantly lovely than I had remembered you being." His tone was smooth and lulling, and sincere. Of course, the statement had dismissed her making attempts at apologies, but it was only because he felt it important that she know she was still valued, despite whatever situation that occurred that had her so flustered, "Allana..." Trail of words made as his fingers laced one, over the other, and his head dipped down oh-so-slightly to make the atmosphere a little more intimate between them, "Why are you apologizing to me? Everyone has their momentary lapses of weakness... Even me. Come..." Again, he paused his statement to usher over a bar-maiden with a raise and gentle, beckoning wiggle of his pale fingers, "... We will share in some fine liquor of your choosing, and you will tell me just what it is that happened that has you so dismantled." His statement made in a demand, rather a request. Why? Because he was Leid, and Leid always got what he wanted. At least, he told himself he did.
Allana: It was a quiet night indeed and somehow the lack of patrons sipping away at drinks made the scene that much more intimate, although their presence wasn't unnoticed by the bar maid. The Teather didn't have a deficiency of beautiful beings by any means, but their aristocratic clothing and demeanor was far and few between. Beasts enveloped in skin which rivaled the beauty of renaissance angels were surely made to turn heads, yet what slumbered within was created to rip them clean off. -- It was true that a mask was the usual disguise worn in the daily masquerade of life but Leid and Allana both seemed to share a silent vow to be genuine, why else was she looking at him the way she was now? Dark lashes and hooded lids opened and closed slowly at the sound of his voice, chin rising in sync with his own dipping so that she might finally look into those dazzling violet eyes. How was it that he could open her mind up like one of his many books and read it so clearly? The talent wasn't disliked, yet a certain helplessness might have gleamed behind mint hued sight at the thought. Before she had a chance to let loose all her worries and words the social cue was spotted and she sat back to address Evelyn, the usual bar maid who couldn't help but let a snide smile cross her lips once she saw Allana sitting with yet another man. Easily enough her outward appearance dropped a few degrees as the mouse was given a cold stare, words baltic and void of emotion. "Scotch, you know which one Evelyn." Making it a point to say her name, Allana watched as the lady curtsied and left boiling inside. Attention was gracefully turned back towards Leid as she couldn't help but let a smirk hitch at her lips corner, her sanity and strength slowly rejuvenating just with their proximity. "I can only say the same for you but wish I could invent new words to describe just how pleased I am that you're here." Daring enough to return his affection, a hand with ringed fingers would hope to brush a loose strand of hair away from his face as she'd continue softly. "To place it all in simple terms...a momentary lapse of sanity might describe it best. A reminder that I'm far from weak, made me feel unnatural. Inefficient." She was speaking of course about the lack of love which swelled in her little black heart, for there were two men she'd met on this island which had been burned by her rejection. A woman's worries, were they not? Surely he had much more exciting news to tell. "Let us drink to expunge it and talk about why you're here, of all places."
Leid's talent for opening the skulls of others was not a naturally acquired gift; not at all. Years, upon years of studying his own rather emotionally reclusive kind, had earned him a unique perspective of the mind, which was only natural to flow outwards onto other beings who possessed enough reason to carry the additional baggage of 'sentiments'. All the same, he found himself simply smitten, to be within the presence of one of his own, adored kind. A celebration was in order! And in such, he called upon what hapless maiden happened to be nearby to order liquor from.
Nothing was said in the way the rodent-woman had so easily allowed her emotions to bubble at the surface as drinks were ordered, only adding a, "Make that a bottle, please, Mademoiselle." Shortly after, producing a couple of gold coins in the Tether's currency, and setting them down with a gentle chime at the end of the table. Care was taken to see that his none of his person had touched space with the furry lass, as cleanliness had always been a staple of Leid's strikingly uncommon appearance. With the lady off and on her way to prepare their scant, yet moderately priced order; the albino was left with focusing his full attention on Allana, his fingers reaching to his brow to pluck the red-wire frames from them and set them neatly on his pile of parchments. Thin, wispy, colorless eyebrow of his lifted in an intrigued way to be told that, "Invent new words? My dear, you flatter me, surely." That didn't stop him from making a delighted grin of satisfaction, all the same. A stray strand of his pale hair was tucked behind a pierced ear, and he found his amethyst gaze, riddled with muse, rising over her lovely, tanned visage to meet her own jade stare. Certainly, they were quite apt at holding one another's interest, with Leid perfectly content to remain a solid form of peaked curiosity, soaking up the young pupil's burdens as she unloaded them upon him. "My dear Star..." He chuckled softly, "We are unnatural. Naught but damned servants, created as play pieces for those that consider themselves our better." He reminded her gently, even if his statement seemed to hold no true love or devotion for their 'betters' that he spoke of. Offer to drink away her troubles, and perhaps celebrate his arrival upon the island, seemed to veer the conversation instantly into a direction that the albino quite enjoyed; a grin of sly satisfaction made, "Why of course, my darling. Let us pretend, if only for a few hours, that were are not bastardized abominations, and instead masterworks of something greater, hmm?" Their order of scotch was delivered and Evelyn quietly went about setting down their iced glasses and the liquor. Another curtsy, and she was off and out of their way. Leid picked up the container of fine alcohol, and poured first a generous helping for his Star, and then an equally ample amount for himself. Setting the decanter off to the side, he raised his glass in customary fashion, intending to create a toast, "I was sent to this Isle of Sin in a fact-finding mission." His brows lift in a brief way, signifying his own ridiculous notion of such a 'quest', as he sought to tap the rim of his glass to her's.
Memories of times past slowly bubbled to the surface of her mind as even the sound of Leid's handsome voice was comforting, the manner in which he addressed Evelyn caused a satisfied sigh to expand and deflate her chest. Although it was noted that he produced coin and her expression didn't shy away in revealing her disapproval, one brow arching sharply in the mouse's direction as she used dainty fingers to slide the coins into her grasp. They'd have words later, but for now the look was enough to send a message. -- Once again they became enraptured by one another's company, soft touches and caring words creating an atmosphere of nostalgia and trust. The way he gently lectured her was soaked up as it always had been, bright eyes memorizing his every pour in the mean time; a glint of admiration visible. It had been too long that they'd been apart, and she began to feel this ache now of all times. Evelyn returned and soon enough the cold tumbler was full and in her grasp, an approving grin crawling across dark painted lips as the two glasses clinked. "But of course, we shall drink to that very notion."
At the mention of fact-finding she couldn't help let curiosity get the better of her tongue, a sip of the fiery amber liquid came first before honey sweet vocals asked. "It's been too long, Leid. The facts you search for must surely be of utmost importance if they convinced you to come all this way." What did the professor think of the isle of sin? With it's slavery, merchants, and exotic patrons. The scotch was given a light swirl which included the delightful sound of ice clinking against glass before another generous sip was taken, the candle lit booth reflecting in her eyes which looked beyond the drink into his own. "I must warn you though..." Voice darkened and tone lowered as she leaned in to continue. "There are werewolves upon the island, of which I'm sure you're aware. The lycan population...grows. Is this information useful to your cause?" A pupil through and through, she would hold back from disclosing anything to this particular man; and oh the things she could tell him.
At the mention of fact-finding she couldn't help let curiosity get the better of her tongue, a sip of the fiery amber liquid came first before honey sweet vocals asked. "It's been too long, Leid. The facts you search for must surely be of utmost importance if they convinced you to come all this way." What did the professor think of the isle of sin? With it's slavery, merchants, and exotic patrons. The scotch was given a light swirl which included the delightful sound of ice clinking against glass before another generous sip was taken, the candle lit booth reflecting in her eyes which looked beyond the drink into his own. "I must warn you though..." Voice darkened and tone lowered as she leaned in to continue. "There are werewolves upon the island, of which I'm sure you're aware. The lycan population...grows. Is this information useful to your cause?" A pupil through and through, she would hold back from disclosing anything to this particular man; and oh the things she could tell him.
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