heiyansβ:
Β Β starter : this is a pocket, not a stab wound
πππππππ ππ π π ππππππ, ππππππ ππππ ππ πππΒ Β Β that billows over him like satin sheets upon cotton shirts.Β smoke wisps around jiahao like makeshift halos under the pale moonlight, the faint smell of oil and litter wafting through the airΒ βΒ cause the back of a Dennyβs is aΒ PERFECTΒ place to have a smoke and have a drug deal !Β
ahhh β¦Β but his dealer is late β¦Β terribly late,Β horrificallyΒ late !Β TEN MINUTESΒ have passed and there isnβt a single flare of headlights indicating his arrival.Β jiahao considers shooting him on the spot and watching him writhe when he grabs his end of the deal, not a singleΒ Β FLICKER OF MERCYΒ Β behind his eyes as bullets pierce the other manβs kneecaps and leave him for the wolves to tear apart.Β
his train of thought comes to a halt when soft footsteps amid the cold night grow heavier with every step towards him.Β OCHRE TRACING LIGHTΒ from the stars narrow at the figure, knuckles tightening and fingers curling around the rough handle of a knife kept under his coat.Β
β a quick stab between the ribs, palm against their throat and eyes bearing into their own.Β
jiahao blinks once β Β twice β Β a promising third time before jumping back, pulling the blade out.Β Β βΒ o - oh . . OH !Β IβM SO SORRY ! ! !Β Β βΒ Β
his eyes widen in the face of someone who isΒ definitely not a drug dealerΒ as jiahao looks at the knife, then at the open wound again.Β he plunges it back into their chest, just to stop the bleeding.Β βΒ are you alright ?Β Β β
@endblight
Β itβs a cold night, and jabberwock was hungry, and what better place to go than dennyβs ! itβs hunting grounds, fresh meat walking in and out, distracted by the dark and the smell of cheap food. so perhaps heβs already somewhat covered in blood. some poor bastard got jumped on, his throat ripped out, and has been left in the corner for someone to find; jabberβs sure itβll work out! itβs someone elses problem now, afer all. heβs not hungry anymore, and lifeβs fine.
Β except - when is jabber ever not hungry? a jabber whoβs content is like... well! itβs unthinkable ! and with all the easy prey around... heβs still on the hunt. so he turns the corner, mouth still bloody with viscera and gore, yawning with red teeth that gleam in the moonlight, and taps his mouth absently, and then - and then -Β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β gets a knife in the stomach.Β
Β one moment - the pain is fleeting and absent, and heβs more shocked into silence by the surprise of what just happened. itβs not like heβs never been stabbed before. itβs more... well. usually heβs done something to deserveΒ it. like kill someones family in front of them, or something, and heβs certain no one saw him eat that last person. he was sure. whatever. he guesses his next meal has come looking for him, when -
Β oh. well, thatβs a first for sure. heβs never been apologised to for being stabbed. what the fuck.Β
Β β iβm fine. ugh, i hate having pale sweaters, this is gonna stain! β like it wasnβt already stained with red from his meal. he pulls the knife out, lets the blood flow, and it only takes a moment for the wound to close up. thereβs a hole in his sweater now, but... whatever. he spins the knife absently between two fingers, watches with wary but curious eyes at the stranger, and then, absently plunges the knife back into the manβs arm.Β β there. watch where you put that thing. someone might get hurt. βΒ
