\\ . the donor . //

Lycan blood certainly wasn't appetizing to them in the slightest. Really, Cloud had no idea what they had intended by doing this, but the blood bags weren't really cutting it anymore. They had wanted something stronger and from someone that was actually willing to let them do so. Thankfully, this guy seemed to be more than willing to offer his blood over to a vampire or...well, a sanguine elf. Cloud hadn't asked for this life to be bestowed upon them, but they had no choice in the matter now. They had to come up with a solution before they hurt someone without even realizing it. "You would think so, but I've just been thinking about nothing else but blood." Not lycan blood, but still.

Auri had a process at this point, an entire routine no matter how distinct each client and consumer was from the last; vampires, witches, and now a sanguine elf. He'd never come across a creature like that and it only made him all the more invested in getting closer to them as a whole, seeing if his mother was still littered amongst the survivors of their kind in Audulë. Creatures a step separated from vampires and all Auri could think about was how he could have his own slice of the pie as if a sanguine elf was even interested in paying for blood; well, whatever, this one was here so it spoke enough to his supply and demand ideal. "Well there's a few ways to do this; my wrist, the crook of my arm, my neck; I don't really judge." He's breezing past the payment options, getting ahead of himself, blinking, "Do elves even have cash app?" Spoken aloud as though he'd been internally mulling it over; some were so far removed from this mortal coil.

His own cigarette is sparked and even between the brief inhales, that crooked grin still remains, eyeing the now wolf as though he could perceive any other clear differences from the other. "Even with all my abilities I didn't see any of this coming," Auri shakes his head, for they could go back and forth about discrepancies, what ifs, and all that was littered it between but it couldn't ever change what was. "But if you're happy," a lazy shrug, "I can learn to be happy, too." The Donor can't ever lie, that's the worst part about his elven blood but the now eladrin learned very young how to bend the truth.

"You've no idea where I've been," this was a cake walk in the Donor's mind, a walk through the damned park considering where he'd lay and dwell for a meal, or hard cash; anything worth something. "-And this is nothing."

Deaken in blue just hits different.

Deaken Bluman | Winston on 13 Reasons Why

"What's the part I'm supposed to forget?" Teasing of course, but it was hard to forget the smack that had resounded so loudly through the air; if Venerio wasn't an immortal vampire, Aurélien was certain his head would have done a full 360 spin around. The Donor stretched, arms high above his head as though preparing a night that would stretch on into dawn, the patrons of Just a Bite not typically constrained to packing up early when there were juice boxes to pass around. A yawn came forth next as the fey rolled his neck, lanky limbs hardly feeling the bitter cold that seemed to swarm them this time of year, "You weren't really going to take him to Breadsticks, right?" A grin flourished, "Making him a juicebox instead was a kindness."

"What, I can't come ask how you are? We're not friends, only contract holders, right?" More than a touch pathetic, the fumes of Auri's weird jealousy were palpable despite Etienne having made it clear, in some twist of fate, that he was happy, lycanthropy or otherwise. Despite how the now lycan and eladrin left things, Auri had arrived at Malachais' office intent on making an utter fool of himself to the vampire who was at the beginning and end of it all. The eladrin had waltzed in here with plenty more drunken vitriol but Auri catches himself near immediately as Malachai gives him that typical look of indifference, hands clasped before himself. For all that Aurélien had built for himself, it was merely from leeching money and favors off of others and the eladrin wasn't blind to the flimsy schemes he'd profited from. Auri had so delicately pulled the strings of his life, ushered himself into this fang for change image, so why did it all feel so rotten now when he felt upon the oust of something he was once so intricately apart of? Auri practically blushed, the eladrin stamping his foot once as though it would meld away that nagging frustration he felt at his own stupidity. Quieter now, he gnawed on his bottom lip, shaking his head with a laugh of disbelief, "I don't know what I'm doing here, Mal."

Auri slipped behind Etienne, light as a feather the lanky eladrin perched himself on the landing of the deck, though he was tall enough that the soles of his feet rimmed the floor. "I guess the most obvious question is what happened?" It's quiet, nose scrunched as he peers up at Etienne with a litany of understanding; he'd undergone his own surprise transformation recently and there was growing pains. "I mean, besides the obvious bite trauma."

"Okay," a hardened retort as Aurélien basically has to come to terms with what they're starkly alluding to. Religion was often so intrinsically tied into these possessions, it was a little exhausting to decipher between the dead and the living; and those who were willing beneath it. He'd met her, before this entity had taken over, at a church but it hadn't made this end any less surprising; there was a fine line between religion and servitude towards it. "So who are you; or would what be more appropriate?" Auri had mingled around demons, noted the punctual notes of their infernal presence; this felt different but it didn't allow it to feel anymore comforting.

This was less routine than most transactions; where Auri had gotten used to a fang or a dagger slicing into his palm or neck, this necromancer had some official set up that felt a little more chilling than typical. Maybe it was the mere fact they were stationed in some back-market booth of Fates, or maybe it was the little needle that Avery was messing with, but Auri practically got the ick as the eladrin slid his shirt sleeve up, cuffing it off at the elbow. Whatever, he'd gotten the money and it was obvious the Donor's need for a little treat led him to plenty of depraved places; this hardly making the top five list. "So, you've… done this before?" How did small talk over the black market sale of his blood go again? Auri wasn't really sure but with the supplies Avery came equipped with it almost seemed like this was a hobby for the witch.