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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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Giving his hand a slight squeeze she steeled herself for any form of mockery as she spoke up, "Emil, could you slow down a bit please, I can't walk that fast, I feel like I'm going to trip any second now."

Emil snaps out of his thinking when hears her speak up, a squeeze felt in his hand. "Hm?"

He stops, and turns. "I'm sorry," the apologies are coming out easily today. He blinks, not sure if they've already passed the kitchen. "What?"

Was he thinking that hard? "Ah, I must've lost track.." He murmurs, free hand going into pocket, as he stares at Audrey, who seems to have been sprinting for a while. He comments, "what's up with you? You look as if you have been trying to run a marathon while holding onto my hand."

His expression holds something to that of puzzled.

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"Oh." He looks at her shoes. They were nice shoes. But troublesome.

His hand comes out from his pocket to gesture towards her. "If they're uncomfortable, just take them off." He looks at her as if to say, duh. "If you want, just throw them off, and I'll just carry you." He looks at her with all seriousness and yet with a nonchalant tone. Carrying her would be of ease for his kind.

"Shoes shouldn't be worn if they're not in favor with you, and if you must wear such footwear, become so used to it that it would not matter." He tells her, as if this was common logic, at least, in his sense, but he stares at her as if he is a child with a child's logic, looking at their adult when questioning their said logic. Emil's head tilts to a side. "Right?"

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Noticing her moving closer, he smiles. "No need to get all huffy," he teases, as he lowers his frame. His arms are fast, and swiftly pick her up bridal style, hand firmly around one waist and another underneath her legs. She's so.. light. He couldn't help but notice that, as he tosses her upward slightly to get a good idea of much she weighed. It was probably a bad idea though.

Emil pauses to allow her to adjust to her sudden position. "Let's go then. Shall we?" He's already taking several steps down the hallway, as he still can smell that distinct scent of a kitchen, their destination.

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He laughs, amused genuinely by her actions. "Of course, of course." He felt the warmth emitting from her body heat being absorbed by his own, and feels slightly content, as he walks in his 'fast' pace that Audrey implies. He's never noticed it before. Did he?

He turns around a corner harshly as he's shifting weight. Emil breaths in some of her scent, and comments, "You smell nice. What is it, orchids?"

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"Hm? Is that so?" He tilts his head to the side in almost sheer amazement, but it appears more as an apathetic tone. "Perhaps it of your blood that I smell then." He takes another turn. "Take it as a compliment. Humans who are thought to smell sweet like flowers generally have lovely tasting blood. Most can't control their urges sometimes. But, fear not," wow, he feels like such a medieval honorary knight in mere fairy tales. "I won't feed from you."

This newly acquired information worries him. He was much more self-control than most vampires. Emil makes a note to himself to not take her to any of the vampire-populated communities anytime soon afterwards of this day, for surely it will be troublesome to put down so many who goes ballistic over her scent.

"We'll be heading the kitchen soon, so just sit tight." He murmurs, as he is put into a lull within his thoughts again.

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He's pulled out of his thoughts as she speaks out. "Oh, I'm well aware. I've grown up around humans, you know. Our communities are scattered among your nation, but I didn't have much interaction." His lip is tugged to the side of his cheek.

Faintly recalling what she said previous, he states, "and of course I have to be such a chivalrous fellow, for that's what all vampires are supposed to be." He's sarcastic, of course, but it isn't of dry sarcasm, but rather teasing sarcasm.

"I wouldn't lock you away in a tower, for your information. But rather, my bedroom." Emil comically waggles his brows in a perverse fashion. "If you know what I mean." He laughs.

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Her inquiries didn't give him much to think too hard about, though, he could tell that she seemed to try to dodge the conversation's destination. Seeing as she was less straight-forward, but made it subtle. Good play. He couldn't help but muse as to how this game was turning out, despite that he had gotten genuinely lost during it or didn't focus on that concept at all during his time with her. But he kept to the idea.

"It isn't as if I care about such a thing," Emil raised his brow. What would her parents think? Well, there isn't much to think about. "Your parents should expect something like this as much, since you and I are already fiance."

He makes another turn. "And it isn't as if they would bother us, most likely, there'd either be some teasing or awkward silence afterwards." He makes another turn, narrowly missing the vase - which he believed to be expensive - on its pedestal, perched on a corner of a corridor where anyone could've broke it in a hurry. Emil couldn't help but laugh inwardly at the thought of such a scene, and what expressions may be expressed as he put familiar faces to scene, his face seemed amused outwardly though. As they were nearing the kitchen now, his steps were slowing.

"But, seeing as you have a good point, though it would be likely that I wouldn't listen to such reasoning as much," he speaks that last bit quietly before reverting back to normal conversation level. "we're here anyway." He announced, now stopping in front of the door in which the food material scents that had lured him here. "So we might as well reschedule that appointment." Emil tilts her downward so she may stand properly from his embrace. The warmth was leaving..

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He had to laugh about her comment about her parents. Crazy? Surely, they must be mistaken. This is as 'normal' gets.

As he followed after her into the dining hall, the kitchen, perhaps, beyond its walls into another room that wasn't connected by the corridors, he spoke up, "maybe, it's the feeling of betrayal that is within the problem of how your kind views mine. Seeing as any one of your own could become a vampire as well, like," he snapped his fingers. "That."

Several people appeared, introducing themselves politely as servants. He wasn't too sure on their own races, as the sudden appearance of as such didn't good well with his nose, with all of the food smells that were becoming too much. There was a strong perfume. Disgusting. He glanced towards Audrey, so the servants wouldn't think that he addressing them. "Insanity is a toying thing, you know, that enjoys to feed on the minds of many creatures. Fear is good companion of such. So it's only possible."

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He glanced towards her with raised brow, his hands in pockets. "Betrayal is how it is seen in the eyes of the beholder. If you were willing, then the ones who are not as willing, will see as your act as a betrayal. Simple as that." He shrugged his shoulders. "On the other hand, of course, depending the on the unwilling someone, they have to drink from the person who bit them and had taken some of their blood. It's a symbolic exchange."

He could tell that the servants were beginning to become slightly impatient as he glanced towards them. "Lead us to a table, if you will?" He gestured towards Audrey to follow so they could continue their conversation as the servants, delighted to be of use, scrambled along in several directions.

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((I'm not sure, but I've seen Lambie around. Guess s/he's waiting on kkpigs. o _ o))

He takes a seat that was pulled out for him, and tells the servant to bring him, "water as well, thanks. Add some blood tablets, if you will. I prefer a faerie's taste." He props his arms on the table as he leans forward on the piece of furniture. The servants scurry along.

"You have a very good point. But they dislike vampires for our killing of your kind. To them, we are murderers. Since it has been an establishes fact that they fear our rising during the time of the sixteen hundreds," he rests his head onto his hand. "And slowly over time, that fear turned into hatred. When we have a human converted, it looks like death to your own,as their body goes into a state of slumber for a time being, and a curse if placed on that human - to see their kind and loved ones die before their own time, and has to bear the unbearable nonresistance of having to feed on others." He speaks of this like it is of the weather or common talk his nonchalant shrug signifying that. "And is it of our vampric ability to convert most humans into our own kind to prosper, that your own hates us for. We are the undead, and we disturb your respective lifetimes and deaths by bringing them back as monster to feed on you all."

Emil gives her this strong gaze, what it expects or is telling of is difficult to decipher. "Don't you find it despicable? I wouldn't blame you." He's curious about her response, his eyes observing, analyzing with a cold, blank look. Show me, exactly how you're so different from the rest of your kind, as a human.

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"Perhaps, it is because they must claim their own right to kill others of their kind. I would understand, it's a sense of pride." He laughed lightly at her confused expression. Indeed, this topic was something that had to befuddle even the the greatest of minds. "It's just how humans are, I guess"

A servant comes to place their glass drinks onto the table lightly, voicing out that if they were hungry, to ring the bell, she says, as she places a hand held golden bell. Ringing it to make sure that the two creatures, he and Audrey, were certain that it worked, and bid her excuse to leave the two alone.

Emil barely glances towards the girl, instead focused on the one in front of him. He thinks back to her earlier statement. ".. You know, just because vampires don't need to strictly drink from humans, doesn't mean they could be well off. You must drink from a human to initiate as an accepted vampire in our community, and after a year of living as an accepted, you will then be given the leisure of going to a blood bank." He takes his glass up to his lips. "Urges are unusually strong within the first year of awakening, so it's only natural that it's tough if you are already at an age to hunt, but refuses to drink from humans, the best kind of blood."

Drinking from it to allow her to take the information in, already feeling like one of his professors who has taught him this before, he pauses to place the glass down, savoring the taste of lukewarm faerie blood, despite it being counterpart and merely a substitute from the actual thing. It was still delicious. But the smell was foul, which some found to be unbelievable, seeing as it came from such mystical creatures. It was not as heavy, seeing as it mostly water with added tablets.

"Most humans wouldn't know of this bit of information, so.. yeah." Emil shrugs. His hand was still on the glass, his other being used as a rest for his head. "If you want, I could tell you everything, and you could just write it and publish it. Some of the vampric community might be against it though, so it'd be nice to cause an uproar." He chuckles, already imagining it.

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Emil supposed that it was quite a clever idea to see such an uproar, and yet their uproar having no authority or power to do so. "I suppose that it's a game plan, then?" He smiled genuinely, as he reached for the menu that she had given to the servant. He briefly glanced over it, seeing as he himself wasn't all that hungry, but he looked at the servant with a fierce look as to that he would not be crossed, for he expected nothing less, "A Devil's Gulch Ranch Rabbit Sirloin. It's of the 'French Laundry's dishes. But, seeing as I confide that the kitchen staff can reach expectations, this is a dish in which you can accomplish, can you not?" The servant seemed hesitant, but nodded her head lowly and quickly, bowing before taking the menu from his hands so she may scurry off to go give the orders to their kitchen. She couldn't rush fast enough to reach the kitchen, and disappeared from the dining hall past some double doors, as she seemed to have yelled, but he didn't bat even a lash as he turned away.

The vampire looked back to Audrey, keeping to the conversation they were having. "But let's keep in mind, that, knowing how the governments may be, or at least, in my own, they wouldn't hesitate to replace me if I violate my beings and oath as a representative." There was a smile, unlike the devilish glare he had given to the poor servant girl earlier, like she had been a nuisance.

"I have many other siblings to take my place, so it wouldn't be too much of a lost for them. I wonder which of of my older brothers will take my place should something happen..?" He tilted his head slightly, as he tried to imagine it. He had to hold in laughter, seeing as they were so.. much older than he was, and since none didn't fit the criteria of being sixteen for this treaty, well, he supposed that he was safe from being forced to step down as representative.

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He laughed, slightly impressed with her experience and quick thinking as she seemed to have thought about her answers effortlessly. It was a comforting conversation, like they've known each other for a long while, and have only begun to delve into the other's race and their history and conflicts, despite having only met today and being interested now.

"I see. I most certainly wouldn't want to be up against you in a battle of politics. You must've enjoyed playing around with the heads of your government officials." Emil's free hand from being perched on were tapping lightly against the cloth of the table, draped in a flowing and elegant matter of a pure white cotton. "But I don't think that they would think that vampires cannot make a good first decision. They'd probably execute me of something, by demonstrating as of such like.. " He tilts his head in thought. "An experiment. Those are not up to par or expectations are weeded out, until there is only one perfect being fit to take on the job."

He held a knowing smile as he looked at Audrey. "Of course, no being is perfect. Despite what the mirrors' reflection show." As he's speaking, he's recalling something from somewhere in human history, of tales from Ancient Greece, from where of that human who fell in love with his reflection. It had him chuckle in amusement at such foolishness, and misfortune.

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"I see." Emil pauses as he takes in the information. Her arguments and points were clear and sufficient, and he was having a slightly harder time keeping up with her fast paced issues and ease. But he wasn't to let her get the best of him, despite how at this point, he'd try playing chess with her at the very least once, just to see how that'd turn out. "When you put it like that, you say that as you are mentally strong. So you have brains and beauty then?" He laughed despite the compliment. "I suppose that I could be the brute, in this case?" His eyes shifted towards the left when he sensed an approaching presence.

A servant, much different than the previous, being of an experienced waiter despite age, walked up with a plain metal cart, carrying plates with a silver dome lid, and stopped at their table, seeing they seemed to be the only two here, there was no other place to go. Placing both dishes delicately and then placing candles about for a more romantic aura, the smaller candles levitating in the air itself and the centerpiece of holly and flower with several wax candles place there as well. They were so wide yet short, Emil noted.

The servant spoke up, bowing slightly in respect. "Madam and sire, your dinner." The man pulled the dome lids of the plates, with exquisite placing. He gestured towards the cart, "There is a lovely Pinot Noir wine we have here, commentaries from our kitchen staff. A quite light and fruity red wine, since the master and mistress are of young age. Of very.. little alcohol. I shall bring it to you when you wish. Merely," he gestured his arm away towards the bell. "Ring, if you will. Quick and short rings," he held up three fingers. "Thrice. And I shall appear."

"How intriguing. Come immediately when we do." Emil stated, sounding quite bored, hand and elbow taken off the table, yet looking on in interest in this specific servant. His voice sounded posh and polished, like a waiter, or a butler, should only have. It was refreshing, yet dull, he thought, seeing as he was so used to the tone. But this one wasn't human nor vampire, like he knew. Perhaps of a conjurer?

The servant had a content expression, like a knowing smile. "Of course. Until then, please," his eyes glanced upward, "have a lovely evening." He glanced towards Audrey, "madam." Then back to Emil. "Sire." He took a step back with head still bowed, and then vanished.

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Seeing as their previous conversation was left hanging out to dry in the air now, he decided not to continue it, seeing as she seemed quite embarrassed, and moved onto another topic as she merely stated about her order and meal - leaving him no inquiry to ask. Looking in intrigue, he stared at her as she took a bite from her made meal, not yet touching his own. "That seems quite enticing, seeing as how loud you're purring." He let a small chuckle echo slightly at the end of his own odd, hinting joke, but smile was in place as how entertaining it was to him seeing her eat with a makeshift meal of what she desired.

Emil picked up the knife and fork silverware, glancing only several seconds to cut a piece of meat, but stilling as he continued to merely watch. "I've never had a steak taco. Or in fact, a taco, to be precise." He had a mischievous gleam in his eye. "Are you willing to share a bite, before you devour the entire thing and I merely look on in jealousy?"

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His brow raised with his still imp-ish like mischievous look, eyes downcast slightly to cut the soft meat carefully as he pierced through the meat with fork. His eyes went back to look at her. "Of course, mi'lady. But, only if you feed it to me." He lifted the piece of his sirloin meat with fork, outstretching slightly towards her, above tablecloth but quite there.

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He leaned forward slightly, appearing wary of her warning as he stared at it. He didn't really like spicy foods - it bothered him. But this was worth a try, he supposed. After several moments, he continued to stare at it, but then shifted his glance towards her. ".. If you put like it that, please feed it to me by mouth." He held an innocent smile, but the twinkle in the gleam of his eyes said otherwise. "If it's you, I wouldn't mind," he added, " and this would be a test trial if we're going to be willing to do this later on, wouldn't it?"

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He watched curiously at her expressions, slightly shocked when she got to seemingly leave, (had he gone too far?) but when she came over instead to give a light peck on his lips, he let a smile spread, as she lingered, not yet falling back. Why so shy? He looked at her in the eye with a stronger gaze, but kept his voice hush, "I really did wanted to try your food by mouth, but.. " He cupped her face gently, looked at her lips, bit his own bottom lip lightly as if in want, then back to her eyes. "This works too." He leaned in close the gap, but intentionally missed her lip, settling for its corner instead, his tongue lightly touched it before zipping back inside his mouth as he pulled away. Remaining eye contact, he breaks the mood as his hand lightly is taken away from her cheek. "I'd still really like to try that tortilla though."

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He blinked. "Nah. I read it about it somewhere." He kept his smile and stilled in a nonchalant manner, as if the situation that had taken place moments prior and his odd request was something that happened everyday. "Something in one of of the twenty-first century magazines that your race had produced during that era. Apparently, it drove the human females crazy. Just curious." His fingers went to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. "But, if you'd like, I could just eat it by utensil, instead of mouth-to-mouth transfer." Emil gave a look of what was somewhat disappointment, but at least he got a kiss - the relationship wasn't going to be just.. stuck somewhere. Though, moving it along too fast would be unhealthy. For now, he was satisfied with at least kissing her, despite it not being on the lips like she did - it was still something. There was plenty of time to make up for it.

He reached for his fork to hold up for her to see, moving towards her plate though slowly, as if not to offend her or to bring up anger for violating her food territory - as it happened so often with his family. He stopped to look at her, "or would you like to feed me anyway? It would remind me of a mother bird feeding her chicks though, don'tcha think?" He laughed, well aware of how odd his request was.

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He stopped his hand's approach towards her plate as he looked at her curiously, quite slightly dumb-founded for several moments at her choice of words. "Act? On edge? What're you talking about?" He raised a brow in questioning, but it disappeared as soon as it appeared, as he merely stared in confusion, looking between her and the food and then at his hand then back to her.

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(Ahah. XD I do the same - but not just to sample but rather extra morsels. I just take both family and friends' food. Food is food. As long as it's appropriate in relationship as well as time and place, it shall be taken. :D)

"Oh." Emilo blinked, and then tried to explain. ".. It's a habit." He laughed, seeing how he must've truly looked like he wary that she was to bite his head off - though, it was just that he was used to be like this, for his head would get bitten off by some exotic pet from his second eldest brother or be in a fight with any other. "It's just that in my family, I like to take food off my siblings. They're less likely to share, and more likely to actually bit my head off, as you put it." He laughed though, as he just stood to walk over to the plate to carefully pick up a tortilla.

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He placed the tortilla down carefully as he watched her, bowing her head slightly, as if - at the very least, to him - in shame. He walked over, and then gently took her hand, rubbing his thumb gently over soft skin as if to reassure. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it. It's just how I was brought up, and that was how you were brought up." He brought her hand to his lips to kiss lightly before pulling away - regrettably. "But I find it an honor to know that I am already considered a welcomed individual into your family." Emil had a small smile, as it wasn't very often to have him smiling, especially when sincere. "Let's just sit down now and eat, 'kay? By now, I haven't a morsel to eat just yet." He paused, and then added, "we can sample swap." He held onto the hand to tug lightly as a way to say to influence along with his statement. "Okay?"

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((You know, I feel as if we're the only two whose actually continuing on with this. ._.))

He wouldn't rather think that he was 'kind and patient' as she thought he was, and while it was an out of character sort of thing for him - he just knew this girl had this odd thing about about her that made him this way. And when the thought of their families meeting each other, he just knew that he was going to have to make sure that his cold front could not slip up in front of his family. It made him feel a bit colder than usual, but he kept the smile, a little more forced now, but he didn't want to allow that to ruin the mood that had been just set. This.. was still a chess game. Wasn't it?

His smile widened as he held out the taco before him, and he took a small, more modest bite of it, chewing, her facial features changing every now and then as he chewed and then swallowed. His brow was up, slightly intrigued by the taste. ".. It's.. I don't know what." Emil couldn't help but find a look of child's amazement at the taco that she made, staring at it in confusion, still dumbstruck by the taste, not sure as to what to make of it.

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((Ahah, why not? There's not reason in letting a RP die just because there's only two people left. Though, I think that we're eventually going to abandon it when there'll be a need of interaction from the others - and then it'll just stray from the original conflict of the RP. I don't know about you, but I don't think that we can continue to drag it out any more than necessary when it reaches to that point. ^^;))

Emil merely left a, "hm," as he nodded, still thinking carefully, not sure as to what to make of it, as he cut a piece of meat from his plate, and pierced it with a fork. Bringing it up to her mouth as he held a hand underneath the cut piece as so not to let anything drip and stain whatever, his face looking at Audrey, but somewhat in daze. He really didn't know how to describe the taste of a taco. It was.. well, he wasn't so sure on it, and decided to leave it undecided.