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Emilo von Layre

Vampire Represenative

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a character in “Marriage of the Chosen Six”, as played by reveries

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Name: Emilo von Layre

Appearance: A pale skinned beauty with somewhat-wild, wavy or occasionally straight black hair, Emil is quite feminine for a male, but is to be expected of a vampire, as their beauty is best known throughout the ages. Slim and slender even for a male, Emil is only slightly taller than average (approx. 5'7") with long slender legs, and although there may be others who hold a higher place than him in height, his confidence and grace that he carries of authority immediately pushes away all thoughts that Emil's childish, almost devilish appearance is to be teased for, rather, it is something to not take for granted. Despite it all, he holds a much more mature face when in contact with his eyes - a bright, and almost entrancing blue, like the ocean. Though, most of of the time, it's barely seen due to his long fringe, and appears as a darker blue - almost to be mistaken as gray - when his vampric power is inactive. Upon awakening though, it intensifies to almost neon, which is a very interesting sight, as it's activated by emotion.

Having several studs and piercings in his ears, he also has several faint scars on his body, usually covered up by long sleeved clothing - though, mostly for his dislike for direct contact to the sunlight, being the sensitive creature he is.

Overall, like how the reputation of the vampire community in which he represents, Emil is truly a beautiful, charismatic being, not one to be quickly judged by his feminine appearance.


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Personality: A devil by heart, Emilo is a deceiving character, easily thought of having no soul nor heart - seeing as he can easily smile to fool, and without hesitation, destroy. This being an aftermath due to a harsh and strict upbringing, and as so, he tries to snake around it. He enjoys playing pranks and playing around with other beings themselves, always in the mood to find amusement and entertainment in the lives of ones he does not care for (and, in contrast, he's willing to give up his life to save those he does care about, and does not dare lay a finger to harm those he cares about truly.) Independent, he can pridefully say that he is his race's representative, being a calm and mature figure, not easily provoked and having a cool minded head. Not very naive as his looks would say, as the quite corrupted child he is.

One to having a closely guarded heart, Emil is calculating and cold, easily slipping poison words off his sharp tongue with a sarcastic, dry-sensed humor. Because of this reserved nature, he is recognized as a authority figure, having no hesitation to killing his enemies despite young age. He does not care for the rules, and enjoys breaking them, as it is in his sadistic nature and driving passion to not bend to authority - for he is the one with it. Though, his father is the only exception, as he greatly respects and acknowledges his creator as such. It's a rare occurrence for anyone else to gain his acknowledgement, as he thinks of the world as a world full of idiots and the like, with the occasional interesting ones.

Underneath all the layers of icy coldness and sadistic mischief, Emil is a dreaming, troubled child, only able to accept those whom he may acknowledge of the brave ones who are able to knock down his sturdy walls. And deeper underneath still, Emil is a caring individual who puts his loved ones first, and does so in his guarding surface character - to protect both himself and ones he is protecting - be it ally and friend, by carrying the heavy burdens and sins of his race himself stubbornly, without anyone's help. After all, it'd be "weak" to allow any other to do so.

Abilities:
: Converting a human into a vampire by biting and allowing them to drink his blood. (He's not so sure if it'll work on other beings, he's never pondered to find out.)
: Having strength and speed that is much stronger and faster, than a human's anyway. He is able to heal much faster than human, too.
: He is able to strengthen himself by consuming blood, best if fresh.
: Is able to manipulate and control weaker minded beings.

History: Unlike most vampires, Emil was born one. Or, at least, bitten at a very age, for he's remember being a vampire his entire life to present time, being brought up to take shoulder of making peace with the other races by arranged marriage. Despite having being the seventh in line to becoming the representative, it would seem that he possessed a stronger power than his older brothers and cousins, and immediately was chosen to take the position, especially since several were deemed incapable or had escaped, or had even been exorcised. It left Emil, as he was his father's direct son being born from his father's seventh wife - the one that his father loved most - and the most powerful.

At first, he opposed the marriage, but slowly over time, he's accepted his fate. But it didn't mean that he couldn't have some fun while doing so.


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Likes:
: Finding playthings to entertain himself
: Games - any kind of the sort
: Blood
: Star-gazing
: Short moments of peace
: Teasing others
: Cleansiness
: Sleep
: Coffee with tons of milk and sugar (Laced with blood, of course.)

Dislikes:
: Garlic (Doesn't like its taste)
: Sunlight
: Idiots (There're many ways to be classified as such)
: Ridiculously sweet things
: Boredom
: The number seven
: Having his authority taken away from him
: Being looked down upon
: Dirty-play (Despite how hypocritical this is)
: Boring, submissive types/Clingy types of beings
: Loud, continuous noises (They annoy him)

Other: He doesn't burn up in sunlight nor does he sparkle, and has rather sensitive senses, being able to picking up on movements and more cautious of light. His aging is slow, but it'll stop when he reaches a certain age. Could only be killed if he was ripped apart by limb and then have said parts burned to absolute nothing. (Quite gory, yes, but you can't expect the race of Vampires to be killed in an innocent manner?)

Opinion on arranged marriage: At first he was against it, but now, he's more looking forward to seeing if he's marrying some plaything to be bored of over time, being only connected by this marriage. He's truly hoping that he doesn't fall in love - the horror of it, after all.

So begins...

Emilo von Layre's Story

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Ah. I'm late.

It would appear that he was the last to arrive, appearing in what was to be expected of a teenager on the day he was to be forcefully engaged to some representative of another race during this time of war and peace. He had been waiting in the hallways as he came quite early, now deciding to appear. What was to be a buttoned up white dress shirt with matching jacket, were tousled about quite messily, said shirt buttoned all open, it's buttons missing. Inside was some black band shirt, sleeves pulled up to his elbows, several chains and bands accessorized on his thin wrists. His skinny jeans, replacing slim dress pants to go along with rest of the outfit that had been left behind, made a shifting sound as he walked in, and he pulled his hands out of his pockets of his slouching form despite graceful walk, Emilo stood in the doorway frame for several moments, before heading towards the group of the other five.

Unlike the rest, he noted, they were in quite formal clothing. As to while he, well, he did a little remodeling on his manner of dress. He felt no shame, just pride, and as he had walked in, obviously standing out from the rest. There was no way in hell nor heaven would he fall to the authority and rules, as only his father is the exception. He wasn't going to wear such a boring outfit - and seeing as he was the only one with a more casual appearance, the satisfaction of it coursed through his undead veins.

Perhaps his being of the smallest male slightly ticked him off, as Emil took in the rest of the groups' appearances with expressionless face.

Pulling out a chair with his feet, he sat in it. His legs propped up on the table crossed over each other, his weight made his chair lean back, and the dirt of his boots crushed lightly onto the table's surface. His transition sunglasses were lightly tinted with the light above them, somewhat covered by his long dark fringe, his eyes hovered over each figure, fixed upon them as he watched carefully, then moving onto the next.

Emilo crossed his arms, a blank face still as he observed the others interact, with no effort to introduce himself as he stayed silent. He made a face in distaste with raised nose - as if catching scent of something disgusting - that disappeared as quickly as it appeared when he caught sight of the rather-less-than-willing-towards-this-event male wearing a collar. He immediately concluded that the taller male was a werewolf. A natural enemy to his kind.

Different sorts of scents riled up his sensitive nose, and brooded for several moments he gradually got himself to get used to it, not yet able to separate them due to the sudden exposure, but he would identify each being as time will pass. As he had observed each, his mind quickly turned to brace itself as to how he shall interact with each one - after all, this was a game, at least to him - and these were the pawns and pieces. Not to say he wasn't one himself, as he was, but couldn't help as a wry smile appeared, in amusement as to how this was going to turn out.

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"I am Audrey Jamenson, it is nice to meet you," she introduced herself, trying to reign in her humor but a hint of it slipped into her tone, she hoped that he wouldn't take it the wrong way.


"Good evening sir. How are you this evening?" she asked.


Emil's attention was brought out from his small reveries, as he eyed the two that appeared before his place in the room. An automatic smile that came easily was brought to his face. "Evenings," he replied, keeping his greeting short. "It's lovely to meet you two," his slight accent laced each word. "Representative of the nightwalkers, better known to you as Vampires. Emilo von Layre." He held out his arms from their crossed positioning to allow a hand to be shook. His feet were still propped onto the table though.

He observed the two, each having their own pretty appearances, but he was fixed on their formal dresses. It had him pondering. "You're both quite prettied up. Were you hoping to make a lasting impression?" Despite how oddly put and rudely he worded it, he kept a friendly smile. "Oh, not to offend or anything." Emilo felt quite natural and casual as he spoke, seeing as these sorts of things were common, he perfected a tongue of silver that easily conversed when needed. He took his feet off the table, and then stood with a natural grace. Only to give respect to his new conversation partners, and possibly future wife.

Let the games begin.

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"Not really, I wouldn't have made it out of the house in anything less, this was the most toned down that I could get from my parents. I wish I had something as casual to wear as you do," she sighed, not minding his tone.

He laughed. It was a sort of amused chuckle though, rather than a laugh. "Is that so?" He pulled a curl of his hair back, though his fringe was still grazing the top of his glasses, slightly covering over the dull grayish blue of his eyes. "I was rather close to wearing a suit as formal as yours, had I not given it improvements." Emil included in a playful manner, letting his hands rest in the pockets of his pants, still maintaining a stance of grace and unquestioned presence as he kept the smile on his face, staring at both girls.

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"Clothes don't make the person anyway, so they don't really matter much. I have a more interesting question, who are you?" she questioned then before he could question her or possibly think that she was an idiot she rushed to explain, "I don't mean your name, but you as a person. Care to share anything about yourself other than that you are a vampire."

Emil tilted his head slightly, curiosity dancing in his eyes as an expression of child-like wonder and serious consideration appeared on his face. "Well, I am of many things, as a being should." His expression was wiped clean to become a more sadistic and sinister face, as his tone became more serious and cold. "But, frankly, something that describes myself as a person? Well," he paused to allow his head to become straightened again as he pulled another curl behind his ear, giving a moment to bring back the familiar friendly smile he had moments prior, his tone changing back as well. "I enjoy games and many forms of entertainment." His words hinted at something beyond the innocent expression.

"And what about you, Audrey?"

He glanced towards the mermaid whose scent he picked up and finally was able to identify, and searched throughout his mind as to what he picked up on, and matched memory to voice to person present. "Meridian?" He included, as so to not leave her out.

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"Well, as you might guess, I have a great love for swimming. And I happen to enjoy 'fine things'. What sort of games do you like to play Mr. Emilio? I myself enjoy a little competition at times when I am in the mood. Alas, I am a poor loser though for I always play to win." she replied.

He held a slight smirk. "The games that I play?"

He knew that he was enjoying this a bit too much. "Well, this usually calls for something along the lines of: 'we'll just see for ourselves', but seeing as I'm terribly amused as of this evening, I'll reveal for the sake of satisfying curiosity." Emil glanced towards the ceiling in a thoughtful glance in impression that he was carefully pondering over it. "You could say, a little bit of everything. Though, mostly games of the mind," his fingers on his left hand were raised to press against the side of his forehead, slightly bending. "Gambling like games, you could say?" He repeated. "With much at stake, of course." The vampire added as an after thought, chuckling in a wry manner, seeming to be thinking back on some 'pleasant' - he could justify, as it was his own opinion after all - memories, hand balled in a gentle fist near his mouth as a modest act, an attempt at covering up his dark amusement as his head tilted downward.

Emil glanced up towards the Mermaid. "Why? Are you challenging me to a round of a 'game'?" He teased, eyes unreadable, expression of sadistic amusement covered up by the same friendly smile he kept that showed tidbits of the hidden one beneath, as he sent an actual and silent challenge her way though eye contact.

"I find amusement in 'reading' and 'games' as well, 'fires' though I find extremely exciting," she answered with the same innocent smile as she wondered who would be the first to drop out and who would win this little game.

He broke the eye contact to look at Audrey, but the challenge was still lingering in the air between creatures. Emil allowed the friendly smile to shift to the amused one within. "Oh? It would seem that we all have a common interest."

It would seem that the pieces in this game weren't ones to be pushed around by his own piece. This was certainly becoming a most entertaining evening.

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His eyes were drifted away from their small conversation as he caught sight of a letter plastered to a wall. He didn't have to ponder too much before Meridian spoke up.

"It seems the pairings have been made. Would you two like to go see who you are paired up with? Excuse me." Meridian said to Emilio and Audrey before approaching Damien.

He glanced towards Audrey as the Mermaid walked away, and he could only assume that she was aware as to whom she was to be married to. He glanced towards another tall male, and tried to identify him. The scent of ash and brimstone met his nose, that scrunched in response. Demon? Demons were like a cousin to the vampires, but they weren't exactly the most easily to get along with. There wasn't any reason to. Emilo made a note to himself to fully meet each representative, like the little pawn piece role he was to play as the soon-to-be leader. Getting along with everyone - even if they were, hah, a werewolf - would be a good adventage in further futures.

"Well," Emil spoke, as his hands were retracted back to his pockets. "Let's go see, shall we?" He offered by moving his arm towards Audrey slightly as he took several steps towards the location of the wall of the letter for the representatives.

"Who knows. We could be paired up together." He reverted back into that polite voice, robotic smile back, a chuckle echoed at the end of his words. He walked ahead of her towards the wall.

It wasn't as if he wasn't enjoying this small talk, and the fact that he was to be married to who-knows-who, perhaps even Audrey the human girl herself, as long as she was an interesting 'plaything', he was sure that he wouldn't mind too much. A sinking feeling of intuition pitted itself in the back of his mind though. If he were, he couldn't help the disappointment that played and danced on his brain; they'd be facing typical problems of the novels that tried to capture relationships between humans and of his kind. They were certainly an overdone pairing, he'd know, but, he wasn't one to complain.

We'd just see how long it'll be before the girl - be it Audrey or another - breaks.

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He scanned over the letter from an appropriate distance, eyes sharp enough to see his names scribed alongside Audrey's. So they were to be married.

"As you are probably aware, at some point during the marriage each of us will be expected to concieve and produce an heir. I was wondering, how does your kind feel about half-breeds?" Audrey softly asked the vampire next to her so softly that she could barely hear herself but she was sure that he heard her.

Emil turned his head towards the human girl who latched onto his arm, as his hands were still left in his pockets, and though his senses picked up on it, he waited several moments before responding. "You're jumping far ahead, aren'tcha." He bluntly stated, a face of no worries and going along with the flow met with her - what he noted - worried expression.

His eyes became cold, as this was a sensitive matter to him, he tried to not let the sudden stress and irritation of the subject show too much, but his body tensed. "Well, you're gonna have to brace yourself for a bit, as I'll be discussing some rather boring explanations, 'cause you're asking for a really large answer here, whether you're aware of it or not. Seeing as I find this common knowledge, but since your kind has several theories - being somewhat accurate and sometimes dead wrong - as to how our kind comes to exists, I''ll just tell you, seeing as you should know." Emil tried to lose the tone he often was accustomed to when he was to step up and take on his leading role, and had his body relax a bit, allowing his formerly light accent come on stronger as he continued with a more casual tone. "You'll be stuck with me for a while anyway. Better to know than to be flustering 'bout it later." He let a playful smile show. Whether it was genuine or not, he didn't know himself.

"Ah, but you're probably better off sitting through this. It's better to appear interested while sitting." Emil shifted towards the table again, waiting for her to first take some steps as he'll follow after. "So I won't be too offended."

He couldn't help but notice how his own words seem to be beating around the bush of the matter. Well, he didn't expect her to pick up on it. He'd find a way to snake around by arising issues that shall come. He always did.

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"I just want to prepare myself for whatever challenges are ahead of me," she explained.

He took a seat, and noticing how blank she was in comparison to earlier, he figured that he'd cut to the chase. He didn't like talking about this as much as she was showing no emotion on her face. Emilo leaned on his hand as it was propped onto the table, leg crossed over leg underneath it.

"As towards your question, as to how my kind treats 'half-breeds', you call it, it really depends. Most vampires aren't exactly of 'pure-bred' origins, seeing as the majority of them were former humans, just technically converted and bound to their creators and are undead, unlike actual naturally born vampires.. I myself don't know if I'm a part of such a pure lineage," he almost bit his tongue before continuing, for allowing such a statement to slip. He paused to think about the reasoning of her inquiry.

He stared longer than necessary. "You.. if you're worried about your child, I wouldn't worry about it too much. I'm not of suitable age to help produce a child as of now, and even when I do.. " He leaned back, a dark glare poised towards her.

"Should it be able to become produced," he didn't stop to think too much as to how cold that word was to be used in matters about creating another creature, "it shall be accepted into my society of kin. I'm not sure about your own." Of course they wouldn't, Emil mused to himself. Humans were overcautious and ignorant in a paranoid way, and aren't as accepting of alien beings. It was what he found despicable about them. He waited for her to take this information in. Though, he wasn't so sure about this particular human. She was certainly different. But the results of that will appear as themselves as the games continued.

"But if it is the heir to my being as the next Head, despite threats to its existence, I don't think that you yourself would allow to have its life taken away, as a human mother especially, would you?" He kept his tone indifferent towards the topic of whether his child would die. He didn't need to make unnecessary attachments to beings that hadn't even been conceived yet. That sort of softness kept a vampire weak, and led them to be killed.

Emilo relaxed a bit, leaving his head back onto his hand with an elbow on the table. He held no mind as to how this went against towards much table etiquette, and frankly, he didn't give a damn. He was fixated on her reactions. "Or am I wrong?"

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(.. Wow. Quite emotional. o - o But I think we're making very good progress here(: )

Emillo stared. This wasn't the reaction he was expecting. He was expecting anger, resentment, something between the lines. Not something this. So he stared. He couldn't help it - what was he to do when a female cries? Normally, he'd laugh like the sadistic bastard he was brought up to become, but she looked so.. helpless. And small, defenseless. Weak. While he would usually despise such a trait, this raw feeling that sympathy brought, frozen up limbs as he continued to just.. stare. Dumb-founded, even, while she wept.

Just where were the eyes of determination and child-like wonder that were placed towards him earlier?

Whatever this feeling was that he felt in his chest, he didn't like it. But he also didn't like how she looked when she was crying. Were all humans this emotional about their offspring? .. Or is it just this specific one?

Emil wouldn't have liked to admit it, but he never had an experience with helping females from crying. It was either that they fall down submissively, or they were currently - well, 'former' is a better term to fit, - enemies being crushed into oblivion. But not crying. Definitely not crying.

He tried to revert his thoughts to other things. Like what she meant by producing an heir and loving it and caring for it, even if she cannot love their other creator; did she meant that he was incapable of making a simple human girl fall in love with him? What other children? Why would she care about mixed bred children that weren't even of her own, despite any harsh treatment being placed towards them? It was simply a consequence for two beings of different kind to love each other and produce a child that wouldn't be accepted by the world. And it was simply something for those two to have to love in their own arms. Why she cared, he couldn't understand. And yet, Emil noted, it was something about that greatly upset her, and her being upset had upset him.

Feeling sort of helpless in this situation himself, he struggled to decided between just leaving her there to cope by herself, or to at least try to stop it. Emil figured that just leaving her there may weaken the bond that they were supposed to form in this marriage, as humans were delicate things compared to vampires, but while they can strong at some times, they could also become weak too.

He let these thoughts be left to be pondered about later, as he reached out to touch her arm, hesitating at the last second, before light brushing against it, a look of concern that unconsciously appeared, as he murmured, no, whispered softly as she spoke quietly. He could hear every word.

".. I don't think of you as a monster, after all, your kind thinks of quite the contrary." He left out the thought that his kind thought of theirs as food, rather than monsters. It didn't seem like it would help. "But I'm sure that your child'll be loved and cherished." Emil leaned back, and pulled his gaze away from her form, his touch having felt more warm than it should for an undead being, and it lingered on his fingers as he tried to disregard the feeling.

"..Just don't forget that it'll be mine too. I don't throw away my own. Be it part human or not. And if the world can't accept it, and I'm sure that you and I can."

He let a huff come from his chest, and he slid his sight back onto her, and knew that the small bits of being nervous and slight embarrassment that barely dusted his cheeks, were something that he cannot accept. But they were prodding and digging deeper in his soul, and he knew that playing with her fire in this game was going to be risky as he was falling to something that he couldn't identify. It almost scared him.

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His embarrassment increased as he watched her smile and had stopped crying. The light blush made its presence better seen, as it grew a bit redder, and added more color to his ivory colored skin. He watched her carefully as she ducked her head slightly.

"I apologize for making you feel uneasy, I am just so happy. I have known that I would have to marry someone of a different race for a while and I refused to listen to what my tutors wanted to teach me on the subject of other races. I wanted to learn that sort of thing from someone actually from that race so that I wouldn't form any undue prejudices, but when I saw what happened to those children, I just became really scared. But now that my mind is at ease, I can go through with this... thank you Emilo," she explained with the same gentle smile on her lips.

He was tempted to ask, 'what children?' But seeing as bringing back up the subject of what he was uncomfortable with since they're related as much as so, he didn't voice his thoughts. "O-oh.. Well, I haven't really that sort of thing before, er, you're welcome." He coughed to clear his throat. "Just don't go thinking like that again. It doesn't do much good." He paused. "And it's, uhm, Emil." The vampire looked at Audrey straight faced as best he could.

Must've been hormones that were making him feel flustered, he thought, just some teenage hormones that're still active even with his undead status. He pulled a curl behind his ear out of self-conciousness. He forced himself to straightened his face out, and was tempted to perhaps slap himself as he could still feel the little warmth that were of his cheeks, gradually melting away as it was to revert back to its original shade. "I could tell you more about my kinsmen. Just the interesting parts, really, for any questions you may have.."

He fiddled a bit with his fingers. "Seeing as your kind likes to make much fiction and hilarity about us, I could clear up any scandalous rumors you may have heard about us." He made a face. "Like that book series from the 21st century, Twilight, I believe it was called?"

Literature wasn't his thing, really. But in the long conflicting arguments between him and his instructors who insisted to be well read on the literature of the humans, werewolf lore and etcetera, he had to read every book. Mostly one of the ones that somehow gave connection to his kind. His horror and great amusement of breathless laughing that followed in the hours of reading of such, made a memory to be remembered of greatly.

(.. Haha! I have brought this long awaited part to brought to the light. It was waiting to be bullied. Bullied it shall be. What say you? o w o)

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She thought about the title, sure that she'd heard of it somewhere before when she remembered that it had been a required book for her English studies. "It was a book about sparkely vampires and one of the 'vegetarian' vampires and a human fell in love and had a child. I had to read the series for my English studies, is any of it true? I thought that all of it was pure fiction, well except for the drinking blood part obviously and the ability to have children," Audrey answered thoughtfully as she once more looked at him with keen interest.


Emil thought about this carefully, brows furrowing slightly as he was seriously thinking about it. ".. Frankly, I've never heard of 'vegetarian' vampires. They either drink blood or take tablets." He made another face at the thought of taking those disgusting tablets. "Blood is blood. That's there is to it."

His hands stopped playing with themselves, and he crossed his arms. "As while the hatred between vampires and werewolves," he paused to let go of the irritation that came when he thought about the specific race. It was just a naturally born instinct of his - to hate werewolves. He never knew why. "Were certainly played out correctly, the fact that several have 'special' abilities are something that I find baffling. Most vampires have to reach a certain age to gain that kind of thing. The characters in the book were absolutely too young." He was beginning to get slightly lost in his mind as he was thinking about the falses and truths to the matter, his face giving many expressions unconsciously as he thought about it further.

"On the other hand, vampires making children is something more complicated to explain," he sighed, not realizing how comfortable he was and how low his guard was at the moment. "It's a low chance, since we're practically the walking dead. Vampires mating with vampires and creating something is low. Vampires and humans creating something.. it's something I've never thought about too much." He paused again, and looked at Audrey with a gravely serious expression. "I do know that it's a very, very painful process, should mating turn out successful."

Realizing that he had been rambling, his serious expression turned to something of shock and surprise, and then a blank look was placed back on his face. He coughed. "But, uhm, yeah. .. Any more questions? .. Preferably specific ones?"

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He carefully watched her expression. "How often do you need to feed and would you ever have to feed on me?" she asked absently then brought her focus back to him and continued, "It isn't that I am afraid or disgusted by the thought of you feeding on me, I would just like to know if it is a possibility. I don't want for there to come a time when you need to and then I freak out because I think that you've sudden turned on me and are attacking me."

Emil was silent for several moments, but then chuckled in half hearted amusement. "I don't necessarily 'feed'. I can eat.. " He shake his head side to side a bit, as if considering exactly what he wanted to say. "'Regular food', as long as it's laced with blood - be it human or animal. Doesn't have to be your blood." He leaned in a bit as he let his elbow fold up to allow his head to lean on his hand, his voice kept easy-going and casual again.

"It's probably only every other week that I need to directly consume blood from a living thing. Animals and the like are the usual subjects."

He withheld the information that until recently, perhaps when he turned 12, he was feeding on some prisoners-of-war of the humans captured by their troops when they had been in the war. It wasn't something that she should be told of. Those soldiers had been abandoned by her kind. If she got upset over her kind harassing and rejecting half-breeds, then this would most likely upset her as well. He didn't need to see her crying again. The vampire suspected that she didn't want to either.

"But it's a possibility. Though, when it comes to that.." Emil paused again.

What exactly was he to say? For her to stop him, because he may not be able to control himself? To let him? These were oddities, baffling his usual mind set, as he shouldn't really care if the possibility ever came face in an actual life situation during their marriage, their contract relationship/bond. Why should he? He didn't have to like her. Hell, he only had to be on good terms so this peace truce will be settled once and for all. He didn't have to actually feel anything. And yet..

Emil sat there, at a loss as to what to say, what to do. His eyes stared at the table with a sudden interest, darting slightly as if the furniture was going to give him the answers to his brain's sudden troubles. He rattled and considered different ways as to how to express this. But seeing as he felt about left it turmoil, he kept silent. His body tensed, and his brow furrowed in confusion. Just how, or better yet, where was he going with this?

Was he beginning to slip up in this game? No. Impossible. It couldn't be.

There wasn't any other explanation to comfort him though.

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"It's okay if you drink from me Emil, and if it ever goes too far then you could change me, right? You said earlier that there are vampires that used to be humans, so I'm sure that you know how that works. Besides, I doubt that it will ever come to that. Your race chose you for a reason, so I will put my faith in that reasoning and by extention you, Emil. That should you ever consume my blood that you will be able to do so in a manner that causes the least amount of harm," Audrey finished pointedly closing the subject from futher discussion for the time being.

"Wha-" He was about to protest, but silenced himself. Emil didn't need to drag out the conversation any longer. He didn't want to. It was troublesome. The time'll come when they will bring it back up again. He wouldn't be open about the topic, as best as he knew. Let it be closed. The vampire sighed, his eyes followed her movement.

Instead she abruptly stood up and stretched her hands high above her as she turned to look at the door. "Well I think that, that is all I need to know about vampires for the moment. My body is getting stiff from all of this sitting and all of this serious talk, although rather fascinating, will never end if you continue to endulge me for much longer. I suggest that we go for a walk and speak of lighter matters. What do you think?" she asked turning to him with a soft smile wanting his honest opinion.

"Well, it's not like I like to continue talking on about my kins." He huffed, his head resting on his hand, brow slightly furrowed. He didn't feel safe with letting down his guard around this girl. "Let's go then," he stood from his seat, slouching slightly as he placed his hands in his pockets, slightly reluctant. Emil's eyes turned to the ground, lingered for a moment as a thought came to him, and then looked back up to look at Audrey to ask, ".. it's night now, isn't it?"

It'd be nice if the stars were out..

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With her tugging, gentle or not, he complied to follow after, sprinting lightly as he did so. As they neared the doors and stepped out in chilled air and dark night, he looked up to the sky. There were barely twinkling small dots, their light not able to be seen through the slight layer of smog he believed to be the reason, but wasn't disappointed by the moon's silver light falling upon the two, barely reaching towards a full moon. 'But there're still no stars to be seen correctly,' his shoulders slumped in dishearten spirit.

[i]"I don't know why but I feel like I can relax around you, maybe it's your style of clothing, or your relaxed attitude, or your dismissal of anything to do with anything proper, I don't know. All I know is that I like it. So was there anything that you wanted to ask me?" she inquired as she took off in a random direction.


Generally surprised by her sudden comment, and as his reaction was bordering stuck between embarrassment and arrogance, he just let a small smile come, as it hadn't been a comment he was used to hearing. 'Monster', 'royal brat', perhaps even along the lines of 'son-uva-bitch'. Her words weren't of anything that he had expected.

He had to sprint again as she took off in a larger distance, and Emil stared at her in blank expression - if you couldn't see the small smile that wasn't polite, but it wasn't discomfort or amusement, instead of a more content smile at ease - before speaking. "Several, actually. But it could be considered as sexual harassment." He joked, his eyes rolling upwards as if it was a thought bubble above, and paused to chuckle under his breath before continuing. "Instead, I'll just ask some more 'lighter matters'."

He looked at the white, almost perfect circle in the sky. The moon was beginning to irritate him. He much preferred other universely bodies and entities, such as planets or meteors, especially stars. Moons were just of something that was of werewolf related material. The sun was irritating too. Usually, at times of his sudden mood-swung frustration, he'd destroy something. But it'd probably frighten off his human fiance if he got carried away. Emil's mind had a sudden thought, gears turning, and a mischievous smile took place. He probably didn't need to destroy anything, but relieving stress was a required action to take.

She probably wouldn't mind too much. If so, well, tough break.

He caught up to her, pulled her arm to pull her closer to him, as he leveled his chin onto her shoulder lightly, feeling quite comfortable with the sudden close proximity between their bodies. She had a nice scent. The vampire ignored any sounds coming from her as he just murmured, "down we go." He pushed herself against him more as he leaned back and fell on grass, ignoring the fall's small pain as he just hugged her tightly, letting his body be her cushion.

He interrupted anything she had to say - be it sounds of surprise or protest, he didn't really catch, as he spoke up rather late, "If you wouldn't mind me doing so, but I feel at ease like this.." He chimed, before letting a silence overtake him as he gathered what words to use next. His irritation melted away as he just focused on her scent.

Emil asked casually, "Ah, questions to ask.. What're your hobbies, then?" Like it wasn't odd for a vampire to just suddenly take his human fiance of a forced marriage in a random embrace while he broke first mannerisms protocol, making sudden close contact out of the blue.

Well, Emil was a needy and touchy one - it came along in the package. He'd probably inquire about her human race kind, just to be polite. But that's be later, when he was bored, and he wasn't leaning onto her with a secure and strong grip, despite how gentle it seemed.

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"Well I was able to sneak away from everyone twice," she said proudly as she held up two fingers and wiggled them.

"The first time was when I was six, I snuck out of the house in some serving boy's clothing that I'd stollen from the clean laundry and snuck into the woods and climbed up a tree. It was the first time I'd ever done something like that so I was determined to reach the top and once I did I couldn't figure out how to get back down. I cryed, scared because no one knew where I was and I thought that I might die from being suck up there."


Emil had to hold back a laugh, being greatly amused by her story, but stayed quiet as well he could, as so not to be disrespectful. There was something that was bothering him though.

"Then suddenly someone was up there with me and they helped me climb back down, when I turned to thank them they were already gone and dawn was just breaking."

.. That's.. quite curious. His covered laughing stopped, and then a moment of consideration, he stayed silent, with a stony face.

"I never did find out who it was that'd helped me and I was found staring at the spot where my savior should have been a few seconds later and when I told the adults about it they said that it was just my imagination. After that someone was always with me to make sure I didn't run off like that again," Audrey relayed her tale with a proud grin as she looked up at him.

Six years ago.. It could've have overlapped with when -

He was drifting away slightly before he realized that her eyes were on him, and then he smiled a small, polite smile. Emil snapped out of his trance of reveries. "Well, that's quite.. amusing." He chuckled again. "Though, if you wouldn't me asking," his head tilted to the right in curiosity. "But, are there any specific details that you'd recall? I mean, you had tried to find out who it was, didn't you?"

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"Is that so.." He paused to look up at the sky, and stopped breathing for a little bit, since it wasn't necessary and he had to think a bit. "A new moon, huh? I suppose that it rules out it being a werewolf," he murmured the last word in spite. He couldn't help it. It was just natural instinct that feel that way.

But he was carefully considering just who her savior was. It caught his interest, grasped it and didn't want to let go. Like a buzzing feeling, it was, at his skull, like he was supposed to understand something he couldn't fathom to so. "Ten years ago. There was something that happened around that time. My oldest brother got killed in an exorcism." Emil didn't really know why he was telling her this, probably just to share a story of his own. "A nice brother, at least, the nicest out of all of them. Was supposed to marry. But he was too old, I was told. Ran away when something happened."

He looked down to look at her, his face a sad and remorseful one, painfully sad. "He probably helped you out. He was a foolishly nice one. It depends on where you were though, in the woodland."

"Too bad you don't know which of the planets was out. It could've explained why your human company were in fear. Vampires are known to be out at certain activities, full, half or new moon, or not, it depends." He tilted his head back up to look at the sky, at the barely lit with stars, sky. "Probably why I adore astrology so much."

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As her fingers gently pull away the fringe that covered his eyes, he looked at her, color of an almost startling bright blue, but they were cloudy, as if a storm inside tried to prevent any who wanted to see the depths of his soul. He didn't do anything, only watching as she spoke, her movements. Her hand's warmth was comforting, as his body was always cold. His legs were bending upward, as if to protect and hide this girl in his arms and embrace. Emil's eyes closed, as he leaned in a bit towards the warmth, like a cat was to a welcoming hand, but retracted back as she continued to speak.

"It sounds like you were close to him, I would have liked to have met him if only because of that..." she trailed off as she then averted her eyes.
"Besides I don't think it would've mattered which race saved me that night, they would have reacted the same no matter what. They didn't want me to come to any harm and develop a scar in case my fiance found it insulting to have a damaged bride and went on a rampage or some other race claiming me as their mate or some other nonsense. I mean come on, which race would claim a six year old girl, how ridiculous is that Emil?" she asked somewhat nervously, not onehundred percent sure about her assumptions as she started to retract her hand.


He let a wry smile adorn his face, as if he had to laugh at the innocence she possessed, ignorant of the world's troubles. It was as comforting as her hand. Emil's hands moved up towards her. "It's cold." He murmured, staring at her straight in the eye, not allowing her to tear away. He kept looking for several moments, before breaking away first to avert his sight back onto the sky, breaking the connection they had for moments.

"I'm sure that Remry would've liked to have met you too." He smiled as he reminisced, a fond look. "He was an open idiot who didn't care for the differences between races. Like he was blind to it, and could only see the character deeper within." He seemed to have a moment of realization though. This was the present.

Emil looked back down at her. "Even if you were a six year old, to be honest, I would've wanted to see you fall first, then catch you. Just to see if you were born clumsy." He teased, smile spreading, despite slightly sadistic, it was friendly and much warmer than his previously more cold ones. It changed the tense atmosphere around them, lightening it up.

"Probably wouldn't catch you if I didn't feel like it though~" His hand on her own to be kept to his cheek reached to poke her nose. Just to tease. He didn't notice how child-like and a bit more carefree he was feeling right now. His eyes shined a bit - like he was a sort of humane being. A bit of burden lifted off his shoulders. If only a little bit.

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Emil couldn't help but be amused by Audrey's attempt at making him sympathize, to try to make him play putty in her hands. She was rather confident, he observed, as she spoke. He stared at her, his smile fading and a look of disinterest overtook it. "Hm. Then oh well." Emil shrugged as his tone became blunt. "I'm as open as my conversation partner. It wouldn't have mattered to me." He told her, a voice of boredom, and carefree-ness that didn't seem to allow her words to sink in too far.

"Frankly, don't be too confident of yourself," he poked at her nose again. "What happened, happened. I wasn't there. And certainly of course, you must be overestimating an Elder Vampire's abilities, should an incident like what you described ever occur. Erasing a human girl's memories to ease conflict between humankind and vampires is an easy feat for them." He spoke confidently of this, as his own side argument to it. He fought back.

Emilo von Layre did not fall surrender to the simple and mindless chattering of a challenge, especially from a human girl, no less, even if she was his fiance.

Had he been sitting at a table or some other place instead of embracing her, he'd prop his head up by a fisted hand, bent elbow and appearing more of the vampire who didn't seem to care either way as he spoke, like a heartless bastard, perhaps.

"Just keep in mind: theoretical situations are of no good if they don't actually happen." Emil tilted his head as he stretched his tone out to go back to that playful Emil, not one to keep the mood too serious under these circumstances. "So even if you were mentally scarred, it's alright, it wouldn't have happened. I would have caught you, have your memories of the even be erased, then we can all live on happily~"

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"Oh, then I guess you wouldn't have minded if I grew up to be a mindless, prejudice twit that screamed at the top of my lungs in fright whenever you tried to touch me?" His eye made an involuntary movement of annoyance. Well, he probably would've.. If she screamed whenever he merely appeared in front of her.. Well, that'd just be extremely annoying. Emil made a brooding face as he stared at her.

If it had turned out like that, he wasn't so sure if he could afford to hold back on just.. mildly removing her vocal chords so she couldn't be able to scream. Be damned with alliances and marriage. He'd probably be destroyed on the spot though, by both humans and vampires alike. It was an amusingly dark situation to think about.

"If that had not happened as it did I would have grown up to be just as superficial and shallow and ignorant and closed-minded as the others." He really wanted to point out that she didn't, and that's perfectly fine with him, because he liked how she wasn't as 'superficial and shallow and ignorant and close-minded like the others', but interrupting her wasn't going to help much, really. A strong-minded one, this girl.

"As I grew older and began to understand more of what was going on around me that incident made me question how my race treated and feared others, as a result I refused to hear anything on the subject that wasn't in a fiction movie or book," Audrey ended in a calm manner as she stood up and began to walk back to the castle to look for something to eat. She was overreacting, wasn't she?

It became much, much colder when she left, and though it was a nostalgic feeling that he was usually used to, it didn't feel right now. He felt sorta.. empty now. Like he lost a limb or two and the lingering feelings of not being able to use it again like he always did. It put him in a small, minor state of shock, as he stared at her fingers, before looking back up towards Audrey's beginning retreating figure. Emil let out a soft sigh, as he got up to follow after.

"If you were hungry or something, you could've just told me. I would've carried you there bridal style if necessary, if only I could keep warm.." He murmured, like how a child reacts when their toy gets taken away, the similar being more or less fitting for this situation, as he placed his hands in pockets as he caught up with the human girl.

"You just left me back there, you know." He called out at conversation hearing level again, now side by side to her, but keep a fourth of an arm's length away.

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"I thought that it was about time that I had something to eat. Besides you don't seem to particularly mind if I am here or not," she answered back with the same calm not making a move either closer or farther from him.

".. Is that so," he huffed. He didn't want to point out to her that they had been sitting in such an intimate manner only minutes ago. Then again, it was done merely to use her a heating source, so when he thought about it longer, it wasn't something that made her seem as significant as she was to this alliance making and the whatnot.

Humans were such complicated beings, he exasperatedly sighed, no heed towards whether it was loud or not. Or how rude it may have sounded.

"... I see." Emil spoke in a lower tone, easily able to heard, but in a more apathetic manner. Despite his voice, he pouted subconsciously. "You're a odd one, aren'tcha." He looked at her in a child-like expression of mock anger, his feminine and 'kiddy' features showing better. "You're really hard to understand sometimes," the vampire merely stated, and then just fell silent as they continued to make way towards to the castle to find their meal. Though, it was more of him following her lead, rather than both being mutually hungry.

He had drunk down a whole of a small, corked bottle of some sort of animal blood, perhaps canine, before he arrived. He wasn't feeling rather starved, but consuming material food would be a nice feeling. It was also a better opportunity to see what his fiance ate. It would be something to keep in mind, seeing as they're being hitched together and more than likely to be with another, he should remember, as so not to cause any troublesome situations int he later future. Be it vegetarian, carnivore, or omnivore; he was quite curious, but didn't find the need to just ask.

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"I'll take that as a complimet, I wouldn't want to be like every other girl or human that you've ever met and a girl can't just give up everything to someone, no matter what the race. It's better for us to reveal ourselves slowly or else you boys would quickly lose all interest in us, then you'd go off chasing after some other girl. At least that's what my mother told me," Audrey stated.

To be honest, Emil hadn't met many human girls, just a large enough group to tell what kinds exist. Audrey, of course, was an exception to this, seeing as he has been having several troubles dealing with her as of lately. And today was the first day that they've met. It was almost like a foreboding tragedy, he felt. He wasn't sure if he'd ever truly understand human girls. Especially his fiance.

She then sighed disappointedly as they left the night behind and entered the castle once more. "You wouldn't happen to know where the dining hall is or at the very least the kitchen, would you Emil?" she asked looking at him curiously.

His nostrils let out a puff of air as he held in his scoff at such a question. "What do you take me for, a deaf idiot?" Emil turned in the direction of the corridor that he could hear distinct banging of pots and pans, with the light aroma of food trailing down their way. "It's quite loud, you know." He pointed towards the east wing. "This way, obviously." He didn't realize that it was almost deathly silent to not as sensitively enhanced ears.

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Emil stared, and blinked as if a trance of dumb-foundness at her sudden 'shut off'. Was she offended? He couldn't fathom why, but it hit him like a slab brick that he may or may not have offended her with her careless comment. His voice became as quiet as the aura became cold, looking as shameful as he could possibly get without ruining his pride, like a child being scolded by a parent for breaking the vase while running. "I wasn't aware that humans didn't hear as well.." And even quieter, "my apologies."

Emil didn't look at her, for he felt that she probably didn't need him doing anything else to make him look like an idiot. He walked several steps. He felt bad. He didn't know exactly why, but he felt bad. He bowed slightly, arm propped out like a waiter's, pose like a gentlemen's. It didn't really matter to him by now. This atmosphere was depressing. Boring. Something he didn't like. "I'll shut up for the rest of the evening if you could allow me your acceptance of my apology.."

Yes. Very belittling of his pride. But this aura and its direction was going somewhere he didn't like. This gesture went against everything he stands for and was taught. But he couldn't help it.

He felt bad. And it was a disgusting feeling that he didn't want to feel again.

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"It's fine, it just means that we have a lot to learn about one another, you don't have to not speak for the rest of the evening. In fact I would prefer it if you never made such an offer again and promise me to never make this pose to me or anyone else again... it doesn't suit you..."

Slowly, he stands up again, and stares at her. Of course he'd never do this again and it certainly didn't suit him - she was right about one thing at least. But he was only complying, not because she said so, but because it was something that he truly, truly would never do again. It was for himself. Such a disgusting feeling that was, but it was slowly melting away as she had spoken, obviously having forgiven him by now. But he isn't satisfied.

His voice is still quiet, but the regaining confidence that he naturally had began its way back into his words as it framed each one. "It is not as if I won't fulfill a promise such as that," Emil stood with an air of authority once more, "but before I fulfill your request, you should fulfill mine." He pauses as if in hesitance. Surely it is the stress of this arranged marriage that's getting to his head. For he's never been this pitiful, he notices. "Do you forgive me?" He stares at her, a blank face with eyes of hurt.

He was truly going crazy. Insane, and losing his damn mind. It was so.. out of character for him. His reasoning turns to Audrey, and he suspects that she may have as well have used enchantment or of something that may have made him such an unrecognizable person to even himself. He's sure to have the family physician check-up on him when he returns from this evening. But he finds himself paranoid that it may be too late by then, and he'd be past the edge of no return. He stands fully now, and his arms are back to his sides as he just.. stares.

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"What for Emil?" she questioned wondering if she hadn't spoken clearly enough before, "Once you explained your side I realized that it was just a misunderstanding, so there is no need for me to forgive you, you did nothing wrong. Like I said it just means that we have a lot to learn about one another, and during that process I suppose there will be a lot of toe-stepping so to speak. Eventually we will get the hang of things and such occurrences as this will become more rare, but I don't think that they'll ever totally disappear, people misunderstand one another all the time even people who've known each other for years."

He looks at her in curiosity as to what she was to say.

Here she paused to let her words sink in as she watched him carefully for any changes as she took one of his hands in both of hers to show that she really was sincere in her words. "Besides, even if you had done something that you needed me to forgive you of, I would, no matter what it was so long as you were sincere. That doesn't mean that I'd automatically forgive you, depending on what it is it might take some time, but Emil as long as you are sincere and you ask then I can begin trying. This marriage won't work any other way, like any other partnership," she finished not knowing what else she could say or do to make it clear to him that she wasn't holding some sort of grudge.

"Ah, I see." Emil let a small smile stretch a bit on his face, quite satisfied with her talk, as he was searching for forgiving word to be heard past her lips. His human fiance was quite the insightful girl, he'd admit, with much sincere character. He quickly flicks her nose with his free hand's fingers. "You talk a lot, don't you?" He lets out a short, low laugh, before saying a quiet apology for flicking her nose.

"I think you should carefully choose your words, as I could take advantage of your kindness. Vampires are quite the deceiving creatures," Emil warns. He leans in real close, a look of bad intentions, his face too close, eyes too easily seen behind locks of his fringe, but also too far. Close enough to kiss her on the cheek at the very least, but he leans away quickly, as slowly he had leaned in within his senses.

"You know?" The stare is gone, only smiles. "Come, come now," he doesn't allow for her to think too much to speak up again just yet. He tries to shift the direction of the conversation. "You said you were hungry, weren't you?" An almost suspicious, deceiving gentleman's smile that has been practiced many times, far too many times before, is plastered across his face. His voice tries to reassure that there is nothing of ill intention beneath the surface of his exterior, as he pulls on her arm.

Let's just leave this talk behind for now. You're hungry, are you not?

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"I wouldn't know about that. Perhaps you could ask?" He replied, face looking straight ahead, making their way towards the room where he could smell the scent of food. The kitchen. They passed several windows of the outside, and of portraits. He barely glanced towards them.

"I didn't take for you to be the kind to eat that sort of food." He turns back to look at her with an amused expression as he commented. "Especially since I've heard endlessly that peppers weren't good for a girl's skin." His head tilts back slightly to let out a chuckle. "Though, I suppose you aren't like others."

Emil himself didn't enjoy spicy food, being a being with enhanced senses, he preferred most of his food rather.. plain.

..Was that how it's always has been? It brought a frown to his face as he fell into a sort of reverie throughout his memory. He thought about it carefully as he tried to recall how he's had his material food for a long time now, confusing himself slightly as he scratches his head. Unable to do so, he shrugs it off. It probably isn't too important. Most material food he had was rather boring, and perhaps for good cause. Though, the vampire couldn't help but not remember a single thing where he tried a pepper, or a jalapeno, for the matter.

..Perhaps he'd try some should they get there?

He had a feeling that he wasn't going to enjoy it though. But he pushed it aside for now.