((It has been a lot of fun. :D I just obviously need to cut down on some of the more tedious TL;DR. The narrative seems choppy to me upon rereading my comments because of all my editing.))
"You may call me what you wish," he assented, and though he was still smiling, his manner had become markedly more somber. He had allowed himself to become distracted and far too comfortable, between the effects of the spice and more notably the Baron's exceedingly pleasant presence, and he'd somehow forgotten one very important factor. He was not human, would never be human again. He could play at being mortal all he liked, but it wouldn't change anything; it would only deceive others. Once Vladimir knew this truth, Jasper rather doubted his kind offer would still stand—and he wouldn't blame the Baron, any more than he'd blame the stag for fleeing before the wolf. It was simply the natural, logical reaction. No human would ever be truly safe around Jasper. What Vladimir was proposing was just inviting disaster. Much like rooming with Satou. Like attending a school full of humans. Especially like offering a massage to one.
Assistant, a position presumably for someone the Baron saw as an inferior, a subordinate... So there could have been a collar, just of a different sort than Jasper had originally expected. He might have enjoyed it. But he didn't feel too bad about things—Vladimir would undoubtedly find someone more suitable for the role in time, someone who wasn't at risk of ripping him apart and lapping up his blood like a mindless animal the first time he got a paper cut. Perhaps A would volunteer. It would really be an ideal solution, he thought.
"I've enjoyed your company as well," he said, a curious note of finality behind his words. "And also the wine, the spice. It's as remarkable as you'd said it would be. Thank you again." The specifics of just how remarkable it was to him he'd keep to himself, at least for the moment. But this praise was obviously honest, given he'd already drained his glass by then. He levitated it onto the coffee table, far enough away from Vladimir that he wouldn't think he had to offer more.
Jasper had delayed the inevitable long enough. He sighed inwardly as he gently shifted the sleeping raptor once more, letting the creature have his place on the sofa as he slid out from underneath him and stood up. He needlessly straightened his robes before stepping around the couches and moving to menacingly loom stand behind where the Baron was seated.
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Date: 2009-05-22 04:18 am (UTC)"You may call me what you wish," he assented, and though he was still smiling, his manner had become markedly more somber. He had allowed himself to become distracted and far too comfortable, between the effects of the spice and more notably the Baron's exceedingly pleasant presence, and he'd somehow forgotten one very important factor. He was not human, would never be human again. He could play at being mortal all he liked, but it wouldn't change anything; it would only deceive others. Once Vladimir knew this truth, Jasper rather doubted his kind offer would still stand—and he wouldn't blame the Baron, any more than he'd blame the stag for fleeing before the wolf. It was simply the natural, logical reaction. No human would ever be truly safe around Jasper. What Vladimir was proposing was just inviting disaster. Much like rooming with Satou. Like attending a school full of humans. Especially like offering a massage to one.
Assistant, a position presumably for someone the Baron saw as an inferior, a subordinate... So there could have been a collar, just of a different sort than Jasper had originally expected. He might have enjoyed it. But he didn't feel too bad about things—Vladimir would undoubtedly find someone more suitable for the role in time, someone who wasn't at risk of ripping him apart and lapping up his blood like a mindless animal the first time he got a paper cut. Perhaps A would volunteer. It would really be an ideal solution, he thought.
"I've enjoyed your company as well," he said, a curious note of finality behind his words. "And also the wine, the spice. It's as remarkable as you'd said it would be. Thank you again." The specifics of just how remarkable it was to him he'd keep to himself, at least for the moment. But this praise was obviously honest, given he'd already drained his glass by then. He levitated it onto the coffee table, far enough away from Vladimir that he wouldn't think he had to offer more.
Jasper had delayed the inevitable long enough. He sighed inwardly as he gently shifted the sleeping raptor once more, letting the creature have his place on the sofa as he slid out from underneath him and stood up. He needlessly straightened his robes before stepping around the couches and moving to
menacingly loomstand behind where the Baron was seated."What would you like me to do?"