Will we encounter the pathetic man called Leitner in the Gerry Jacket au?
Despite all the shit Gerard Keay went through in his short, yet miserably long life, there was no one that he hated more, than Jurgen Leitner.
Sure his mother was awful, and he hated himself for how much he still cared for her, but the majority of that mess also focused around, Jurgen Leitner and his stupid fucking books.
When he was finally free of Mary Keay and assisting Gertrude in her near-opposite agenda, he was still after the damned library aftermath of one stupid ass, Jurgen Leitner.
In all honesty, there wasn't a lot that set Gerard off.
He was dead and malevolent in nature, but he was pretty level minded.
He'd get heated while watching certain cooking shows with you, smite monsters that threatened your daily goings, and make some snide judgemental comment about people that only you got to hear.
He'd answer your (sometimes naive about the supernatural to the point of being refreshing to Gerry) questions about monsters and bullshit where you enjoyed his personal commentary and snide remarks that came with it.
The most he really felt like talking was in sappy moments, especially when you were both tucked away in your dreams. Sometimes his own murmured poetry when he believed you were further asleep within them.
But for the first time, you'd inadvertently set him off.
A simple question, you expected a vague answer probably. "Where'd all the books come from, anyway?"
He'd mentioned monsters and books and entities connected to them, you weren't sure if this "Leitner" guy was some wizard who created them or what.
You pictured an old wizard in long robes.
You couldn't care less, because you've never seen Gerry so animated in your life.
His form is solid, boots heavy on the floor as he paces, stomps around while ranting. "-Stupid idiot mother fucking Jurgen Leitner. Goddamn fool-" He spins, his own leather jacket turning with such a flourish you try to stifle laughter.
He's said things along that line about four times already, "Rat bastard, short ass, avatar of the whore, -" The jacket thrums with energy that makes it almost buzz.
You know he's serious, and the man must be truly evil too for the stories of what he's done. But to see your Gerry, sweet Gerry, steam out his ears and enraged at the thought of this guy is new.
His language is the most colorful thing in the room.
"Why does he have so many fucked up books?! Fucked around so much and let the loose then I had to find out. Good for nothing son of a bitch clean up your own library bullshit-"
The chair beside you scoots audibly, though quiet, and a teacup on a mismatched saucer is set down toward the edge. Four lumps of sugar into steaming liquid.
"Would you like some tea when you're finished, Gerard?" In your own defense, Michael seems just as amused by the display as you do.
Gerry doesn't register the tea, or Michael's appearance. "-shittiest beard, most laughed out of town cowboy-!"
You turn to the monster and man, who is sitting with his arms crossed on the table. Too-long fingers tap on the wood and he hums at your attention, a smile you and Gerry only would describe as 'sweet'.
"Did you or Shelley ever meet this 'Jurgen Bastard'?" You accept the flower he gives you, twirling the stem from below his sleeve and revealing a speckled rose that looks very spiraled in it's petals.
"Hmm, no. But our Gerry did once." His grin widens, teeth ever-so sharp and pointed, gesturing a hand toward the long-winded goth. "One of his proudest moments, ended in a rant quite like this. Nearly broke his foot trying to kick the man and beat him with one of his own books."
Reader absolutely will meet a pathetic man name Jurgen Leitner. Maybe even bring a little vengeance for all Gerry has been put through due to him.
Maybe they'll do it without Jacket or Gerry being there, and make him even more in love when he finds out about it.
