street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm

jackson gamson II, 24 charlestown, boston, Massachusetts. "I'm a runaway son of the nuclear A-bomb. I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and destroys." var sc_project=8288842; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="4e6bf086";

[maltennell-deactivated20140114]

Are you fucking kidding me? What are you stalking me now? Were you so wounded by our conversation that you have to harass me everywhere I go?

[jaynotjack]

Something like that. Having fun yet?

[maltennell-deactivated20140114]

It’s absolutely freezing in that room.

[jaynotjack]

Some whiskey would probably help with that.

[birdcageedits]

bct archetypes (taken/unplayable) » The Anti-Hero

The hero who didn’t ask to get involved but does. 

[icarus-writes]

Birdcage as Demigods//Jack Gamson, Son of Ares, The Brutal One.

Though Ares is not an affectionate parent, Jay is certainly a child he’s proud of. Of course, he’s swift and powerful like all children of Ares. Anger courses through his veins, each bone in his body brutal through and three. But with a willingness to do what must be done and a cold, calculating manner in battle Jackson surpasses his siblings. They may be more violent, they might have more bravado, but he has something else. He gets the job done without letting his emotions get in the way. He has the brains to match his brawn. With a sword in hand he is unstoppable, toppling competitors and then some.

[maltennell-deactivated20140114]

You look very concerned. I’m fine you can walk away now.

[jaynotjack]

Maybe I don't want to.

[maltennell-deactivated20140114]

You approached me.

[jaynotjack]

You were standing around talking about a headache, I came over in concern.

[maltennell-deactivated20140114]

Making a sly dig at someone by claiming they aren’t fun isn’t civil conversation. And I doubt I have anything in common with you. 

You walking away would be more up my alley.

[jaynotjack]

Yeah, that's true. 

And you're not, I promise.

Yeah I'm definitely not seeing anything we have in common.

What, don't your legs work?

[maltennell-deactivated20140114]

You didn’t have to do anything. You chose to do so. But I’m not going to buy into your bait to clearly piss me off, especially not now.

[jaynotjack]

I'm not even trying to piss you off, we're having a civil conversation about what we have in common which is uh, last night.

I mean we could talk about your sparkling personality if that's more up your alley.

[maltennell-deactivated20140114]

Am I supposed to defend myself to you? 

[jaynotjack]

Huh! That would be so weird... what does that remind me of?

Oh, yeah, last night? When I had to defend myself to you?

[maltennell-deactivated20140114]

My headache isn’t due to me drowning my sorrows in alcohol. 

[jaynotjack]

Oh right, you're not fun enough to actually drink.

[maltennell-deactivated20140114]

Shit, I have the worst headache.

[jaynotjack]

And yet I was the one who was supposed to get a hangover. 

[delilahmccoy]

I Don't Mind You Under My Skin|| Delilah and Jackson

[delilahmccoy]

Knowing that he couldn’t see her face, Delilah closed her eyes and tried not to sigh her contentment. His lips against her hair and the warmth coming of off his body; all of it felt the way she thought it should. Despite her previous worries, she couldn’t help but feel secure standing here with him. It was as safe as she ever felt in the Theory and she realized that, rather than the situation, it was always Jay himself who made her feel like that.  She trusted him, though she knew it was a dangerous thing to do. She thought she’d long given up on trusting new people in her life. Her fingers gently played at the fabric of his shirt, clenching and unclenching in the material as she tried to mentally steer herself in a safer direction.

Just as she was preparing herself to say something to break the silence, Jay spoke again. At the word “love” she stiffened, hands stilling against his back. How long had it been since she’d last heard that word directed at her and in this way? She struggled to take a shaky breath, telling herself to pull away. She’d let things get too far, clearly he didn’t know what he was saying and would come to regret it later. But why did he have to say that of all things? Her heart seemed to lurch painfully as she finally let her feelings for him bubble to the surface. When had this happened? At some point he’d managed to slip through and weasel his way into her heart. This is so fucking cliché. But it was true.

For just a moment she let herself hope. But then he was pulling away and she did her best to wipe her face of all of it. She felt like she was going to be sick. She’d been right. They were both so impulsive that it had been stupid of her to think that he’d thought any of it through. It had to have been a slip of the tongue. And she told herself that she was relieved even as she fought back the urge to cry.

“It-it’s fine.” Her voice cracked and she tried to clear her throat. Tried not to show how upset she was. Attempting her normal demeanor, she grinned, though the effect looked more forced than anything else. “I won’t hold you to it. You got caught up in it and apparently you’re more of sappy romantic than I thought.” She met his eyes for a second then looked up and away, blinking back tears. Something in her broke. “But why would you say that?” Her voice was strained as she tried not to cry and she looked him in the face again. “If you don’t mean that, don’t- don’t fucking say it.” She swiped at her eyes, hoping anger or another, more comfortable, emotion would take over. “That’s so shitty, Jay.” At this point she was crying and though she knew she’d do better to keep her mouth shut, she continued. “You don’t make someone love you, tell them you love them, then take it back just like that.” 

[jaynotjack]

Jay could feel the way she tensed in his arms, how her body went stiff. He might as well have died on the spot. Even though he had accepted it, the sting of rejection felt sharper than ever before, sharper than he had prepared for and imagined. 

The smile Delilah forced was almost painful, he'd really fucked up. Fucked up bad. Clearly he had upset her. But then he noticed something he hadn't been counting on, tears. Before he knew why, before he could brace himself, Delilah was crying. A tight feeling sunk into Jay's chest. He tried to open his mouth, tried to explain but.. he just was shitty. That was just a fact. What came next though, that was what hit him like a freight train.

"What?" His voice came out hollow, stunned and shocked through and through. Almost as though Delilah jumpstarted something in his chest, his pulse began to pound. Had he really heard that right? Did she love him? Despite the self doubt, the fear of vulnerability, this was Delilah. She had anchored him for a whole year, derailed him too. God, she just got in his fucking head and under his skin and in his bones in a way no one else could. Maybe he couldn't find himself worth the effort, but she could. That was something he just had to trust. 

"No, no- I just-" Words were never a trouble for him, he'd never felt so inert in his life. "I didn't think you'd want it.. want me, I guess." Hesitantly, Jay reached for her once more. It was a small crime, one he could afford for now. Though steeped in uncertainty Jay's hands found her face once more, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the roughness of his palms, the callouses on his fingers. Quiet as he brushed the tears from her cheeks, Jay studied Delilah's face. Trying to fortify himself he took a deep, shaky breath. "I do.." With a shaky breath he continued. "I-I love you." A hesitant smile drew upon his face, his words soft and scratchy, but steady. Steady and assured for once, no wry smirk accompanying them.

[jaynotjack]

                      Jack Gamson; Incubus, demon.

I am the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red. Imps, the Bogey Man, Vampires. Nothing much more than commonplace demons. Sly and wretched, scheming, always scheming and always wrecking havoc. Incubi feed off the sexual energy of human beings. It is their duty to corrupt souls by seducing them, the more innocent the mark, the bigger the pay off. 

[dinah-eve]

Because you lied when you said you’d protect me. Cain came right back into town and left without a care in the world. With a few conversations he turned me back into the scared little girl I was when I came here.

Do you know who Cain was? He… He was the… Ugh. Never mind. I just needed my big brother, Jay.

[jaynotjack]

What... who's Cain, Di? What did he do to you? 

No... No I don't I-

I'm... I'm so sorry.. I'm so fucking sorry.. I let you down.

[dinah-eve]

You worry? When was the last time you’ve been around? 

Listen- I get it. I’m not mad about it. People leave. I mean, that’s what everyone’s doing lately, right? You don’t have to lie about it.

[jaynotjack]

You know I tried.. look, I dropped the ball, but that doesn't mean I don't worry.

Why would I lie about that? 

[dinah-eve]

I guess it just stuck.

Why does it matter?

[jaynotjack]

Because you're not like yourself anymore.. I worry about you, y'know..

[dinah-eve]

I-I guess.

Is it, Jackson?

[jaynotjack]

You don't call me Jay anymore.. why not?