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✉ → alice sloak

Jasper: i was wondering if it'd be okay if i came by for tea sometime this week?

#text.#alice.#aka to check up on you #boy you ain't slick or suave #everyone sees through you

✉ → peter francis

Jasper: so, uh. hey.

Jasper: i've been meaning to text you.

#text.#peter.#bc this boy is so boring and has full names as contact names #and loves his punctuation

eveninthemidstofdoubt

Look at him!!!! He’s beautiful!!!

#musings.#face.#he totes has a little dog #to keep him busy and entertained

nathaniel danforth‌.

Hearing road ragers in Sallybrook was no strange occurrence - Sallybrook drivers were notoriously slow and younger citizens were often very used to using their phones while driving. The voice screaming out the window didn’t surprise Nate one bit as he walked down the block - no, what surprised Nate was the owner of said voice. Jasper Davenport. Nate usually wasn’t one for conflict, but it seemed like Jasper was slowly starting to lose it, so he jogged on the sidewalk close the car until Jasper was suddenly up and out of the car, yelling at the driver in front of him.

“Whoa, whoa - hey Jasper. Jasper - breathe. It’s just a Sallybrook driver, okay?”

Narrowing his eyelids as Nate stepped forward and tried to defuse his temper, Jasper merely scoffed in response. "Doesn't make them any less infuriating!" He arched his neck to yell the last word in the direction of where the car had sped off, grumbling about how this was somewhat bullshit. Every small thing had set him off lately, a part of him understood that Nate was right-- Sallybrook drivers were an everyday occurrence and hardly something to get worked up over. However, this recent rage consumed him like a growing migraine, ever-present and impossible to ignore.

Not more than a beat or two of silence passed before Jasper blinked a few times, shifting both his attention, and his agitation, towards Nate. "Can I help you? Don't you have some siblings to go mourn over?"

#nathaniel.#nathaniel002.#possessed: wrath.#HOW FUCKING PETTY OMG #I can't believe him

peter francis‌.

His heart was filled with rage, with hurt. His encounter with Nadia had left him ready to scream, to hit something, and when Elliot hadn’t been at home, or at Old Town, and now he was alone with his emotions. No one could calm him down like he could, no one could get the fire in his blood to calm like Elliot’s voice, his arms, his eyes looking at him with worry. So he walked down the street, en route to his own him, where he could maybe find something there to distract him enough to calm down.

But there was one thing that was definite; when Peter was angry, it took over his entire body. There was nothing but his anger to focus on right then, nothing but a deep and desperate want to hit something anything.

The world gave him what he needed when Jasper ran into him. Suddenly, even more than before, he was seeing red, and he wanted to hurt. Even more so when Jasper yelled at him. He gripped onto his shoulders, shoving him away. “Fuck off,” he spit back, and continued on walking. He knew, somehow, that Jasper would follow.

Stumbling back a few steps as Peter shoved him away, Jasper paused for just a second, momentarily stunned and taken aback by his challenging gesture. Peter didn't honestly believe he'd get away that easily, did he? Teeth ground together as he stepped closer once more, harshly grabbing at Peter's forearm to spin him back to face him. "I don't think I heard you right." The words left him in an inflection that felt foreign, tasting bitter-- his anger had almost never manifested towards anyone other than himself. But as odd as he felt, he couldn't find himself stopping even if he wanted to. "You wanna try that again?" Jasper's body straightened, his lanky figure attempting to loom over Peter’s smaller frame as fists formed at his sides, his fingernails digging into his palms with the anticipation. "If you were smart, you'd walk away after a simple apology." Even though he didn't fully believe that there was any action that would defuse the situation, his threatening tone rumbled deep within his chest and would've sent shivers down his spine had he been the one on the receiving end. "Last warning."

#NOW KISS #peter.#peter002.#possessed: wrath.#dare you to use the same gif all thread ;)#also this gif doesn't really capture his menacing demeanor #but oh well #close enough

caroline bishop‌.

She had been walking home from work – driving was the worst. There was too much guesswork involved, and she preferred to avoid things where her success was contingent upon another person’s ability to keep their thousand pound piece of metal between two arbitrary lines. She lived close enough to the bookstore that it wasn’t out of the question to walk, even when it was cold.

That was why she had a front row seat to Invasion of the Body Snatchers, because she couldn’t think of something more out of character for Jasper than to attempt to start a brawl in the middle of the street. He was going to get his ass kicked and then she was going to have to defend his honor.

She approached, still not positive this wasn’t a body double. “Completely ridiculous,” she agreed, her voice slow. “Can you give me a ride home?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to get in the car with him, if she were being perfectly honest, but she wanted to leave him alone in this state even less.

Rolling his eyes, he effortlessly spun on the balls of his feet and called out an indifferent "fine, whatever," over his shoulder before hopping back into the driver's seat. As a gentleman, the least he could've done is reach over and pop the door open for her as he waited, instead, he fidgeted with the radio, turning up "Smells Like Teen Spirit" up to a volume that was slightly obnoxious. Tapping on the wheel, both to the beat and out of impatience, he didn't even wait for her to buckle up before all but slamming on the gas and jerking them forwards. Normally, he was a decently safe driver, especially when he had company... TODAY, however...

A few moments of lack of conversation put him even more on edge, and it wasn’t long before he felt he had to say something. "I can feel your eyes on me... it's annoying." He grumbled over the blaring music, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of them. "What?"

#caroline.#caroline002.#possessed: wrath.#I am so sorry for him #turns out wrathy Jasper is just teen angst Jasper

"Get off your fucking phone and pay attention!" Jasper leaned out the car window, laying on his horn as the car in front of him sat for a whole three seconds idly at a green light. As they responded with a prompt middle finger display, all Jasper could see was red as he flicked the gear shifter to park and all but flew out the door. "You wanna do that to my face!?" He yelled even louder, to which the other person sped off, avoiding an actual confrontation. "That's what I fucking thought." He spit out, attention shifting to the various bystanders that littered the sidewalk around him, landing on familiar faces that looked upon Jasper like they didn't even know who he was.

Breathing hard, he gestured angrily to the light, almost trying to justify himself. "You saw that, right? Green. Means. GO."

#hauntstarter #starter.#possessed: wrath.#his possession is almost over so just lemme know if you want my normal bb instead and I'll hit you up with a closed #confirmed Grandpa Jasper: these whippersnappers always on their phones grrrr #meanwhile leaves his car sitting at the light #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#what even possessed me to write this ?????#idk man

abigail ainsworth.

@ofxjasper

Abi’s eyes slid away from the man just a couple seats removed from her and Jasper. He was a client of the Great Madam’s, one that she’d spent more than one evening with, and his gaze had been narrowing in on her since they’d sat down at the pub. She rested one elbow against the bar, her seat turned toward Jasper and one foot propped against the legs. They’d come for a drink and one hour of normalcy after what had happened at the bonfires less than a week ago.

It was inevitable to run into clients from her work, but usually they kept their exploits tucked neatly away from Sallybrook public. Most had the common sense to understand that she was paid to pay attention to them, paid for their hours. Most. There was always a couple of thick heads in the bunch that thought they were favoring her.

When the man stood, she tensed and placed her hand on Jasper’s arm, halting him mid-sentence. “Let’s go to the cineplex.”

That day had already dragged on– his aggravation growing with each new inconvenience like everyone was out to get HIM, in particular. Honestly, he somewhat just wanted to avoid anyone else for the rest of the evening and hide away in his small apartment, but when Abi offered a casual drink as a way to blow off the steam that had been building since the fire, even a sour mood couldn’t deter his need or want to participate. Their conversation had gone well enough, Abi not holding his 'easily annoyed' frame of mind against him and keeping a friendly demeanor. Honestly, the pub was a bit too crowded, and Jasper's little irritations were building up by the minute; his blowup was more of a manner of when than if.

Jasper was hardly one to be oblivious to his surroundings, and even if Abi did her best to hide her slight discomfort caused by the man a few stools down, his blood had started to boil shortly after the man sat down. More than a few silent glares were thrown his way in hopes of deterring him, some of the people sitting next to him swiftly slithering away like they believed his look was aimed at them. It was an odd sensation, to have someone all but flee in fear from him. Usually, he would have HATED it, but today… it was just one less person to bother him.

When the man stood, it was all but over, and Abi knew it, too, as she tried to distract Jasper; to suggest they merely had a change of venue. Shrugging off her hand and completely ignoring her offer, he turned his attention to the one approaching. "Can I fucking help you?" Rising to his feet as well, he took a step forward to defensively get between her and the man. "She's clearly not interested, pal," his tone hissing out the last word with emphasis as he subconsciously popped his knuckles, "so get lost."

#abigail.#abigail003.#possessed: wrath.#is it wrong I kinda find him like this...#hot ???

@curandcra

Stepping out from the pub, his bundled up coat did little against the cold evening breeze as Jasper's lips subconsciously pulled into a frown. Honestly, that'd been his expression of choice as of late, but he wasn't looking too deep into it to realize how out of character it was. Jasper Davenport was always whom others needed him to be, and who would ever need a grump with a newfound knack for picking fights? It was the little things that bore under his skin the most; minor annoyances that begged to be addressed even if he normally wouldn't even bat an eye.

Catching low mumblings from around the corner, Jasper usually would've instantly checked it out-- if not for his unassuming nosy tendencies, but to make sure his assistance wasn't needed. Uncharacteristically pausing at the thought, he genuinely considered turning away and just going home instead... that probably would've been the smarter option as he wasn't any help to anyone with such a fragile temper.

As the murmurs grew-- one distinct voice appeared to be talking to themself-- he groaned rather loudly before going to investigate. It didn't take him long to find Elodie, looking just as much of a mess as he felt, as his features relaxed into an unamused expression. "What's wrong with you?" His tone, usually accompanying such words with a teasing manner, remained dry and flat.

#elodie.#elodie001.#possessed: wrath.#this is garbage sorry my b

@peterxfrancis

It was both the mental and physical exhaustion... or at least that's what Jasper had blamed his mood on. It was like waking up on the wrong side of the bed times a hundred; every little annoyance normally gone unnoticed drove him up the fucking wall. Usually, a walk would fix such a state of irritability-- the chilly air would wrap around him and stir him awake by breathing some life back into him again. Today, however, he mumbled grumpily under his breath as the wind seem to whip against his cheeks, filling his ears with the faintest echoes of maniacal laughter. Something was watching him; something was TEASING him.

As he turned the corner, another body appeared right before him as Jasper jumped back to keep from colliding. "Woah, woah," his tone a little louder and harsher than it normally would've been. "Watch where you're going."

#peter.#peter002.#possessed: wrath.#ayyyy shorter than 3 paras #look @ me go!#this is shit btw

sophie uris.

While taking shifts between the plenty of friends that were stranded in the hospital, Sophie had no time to focus on herself. She was frozen during the fire. Stuck doing nothing to help the people she cared about most. So there was no time to waste in trying to make up for it now. During one of her quick breaks from visits, she checked her phone to see the horror about her house. Gone. Everything in her safe place burned to dust. She couldn’t imagine this day getting any worse. She had tried to be so strong. Tried to hold it all back. But hearing about the art she used as her own personal form of therapy destroyed, she was defenseless and finally broke down. Just like she did when the flames woke her up from her THC filled trance, she collapsed onto the waiting room chair, sobbing into her hands. She knew it could be worse. Knew she wasn’t burned or stuck with a popped elbow - but her bedroom was all she had. The one place she could go and be safe from her paren’t judgements. Now, with no job and no house, she would have to go home and she wasn’t built for that. Not yet.

In the midst of her breakdown in the middle of the hospital wing, she felt the phone go off in her bag. She wasn’t sure what else could go wrong. She almost didn’t want to see the screen. See who else this fire took with it. Instead the message brought a sigh of relief. She smudged away the tears barreling down her face and got up. She needed solace from the stark white walls and constant intercom messages.

It didn’t take too long before Sophie climbed out of the cab. She was sure she didn’t look her best, having slept at the hospital overnight. But nothing stopped her from running up the patio to Jasper. Despite the tears she was unable to stop from smiling. At least knowing Jasper was okay.

The waiting bit felt excruciating, catching peripheral glances of movement from the window behind him followed by a muffled 'is that boy still here?' Those parents clearly didn't know him if they'd genuinely thought, even for a minute, that he'd be anywhere else. He'd heard she was unharmed and that she was okay... but the two weren't mutually exclusive and he needed to see it to believe it.

Instinctively rising to his feet the second he spotted the cab, he waited-- not-so-patiently-- as she exited. Baffled by how she could still look gorgeous while sporting the look of someone who'd been through some shit, a sad smile spread across his lips as she rushed toward him. Instantly wrapping her into a hug, his warmth almost completely swallowed up her petite frame. They stayed in the embrace for a while, his body absorbing the sound and shakes of her muffled cries as he wasn't quite sure what else to do. There was utter exhaustion, on both their parts, even if the shot of relief from physically seeing the other unharmed momentarily countered it.

Eventually lightly pulling away, he attempted to force his smile into a less somber one, debating carefully wiping away at the tears that ran down her cheeks. He didn't, though, figuring it wasn't quite his place. "When I saw... I thought..." he kept shaking his head, trying to find the right words to articulate the sheer fear that'd been running through his veins up until the moment he saw her. "I'm so glad you're..." okay wasn't the term; it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she wasn't okay. "I was worried about you."

#sophie.#sophie002.#this reply is literal garbage #I am so sorry

caroline bishop.

She lay in her childhood bed, the door open halfway, her eyes on the glow in the dark stars she had painstakingly stuck to the space above her bed in her favorite constellations. Orion’s belt and Cassiopeia were carefully arranged on the ugly, popcorn ceiling. The big dipper tipped above her bed, the north star always guiding her back to a home she didn’t necessarily want. But it was a necessity. No roots.

It was an old house. When she heard a knock on the door she stepped onto the worn hardwood of her bedroom floor, wishing she was wearing socks. It had been a trying night, and after her early morning conversation with Leila she had called into the book store and returned home to wallow. She had been grumpy the entire evening, but she had hardly welcomed a disaster; this time she thought, she hoped, that the people she cared about had been spared from the worst of it – but she wasn’t sure and for once she preferred avoidance to fact gathering. These facts wouldn’t have to be hunted down, she was sure her mother would return home from work with all the information she needed.

She hesitated before pulling open the heavy door, sure that with this town’s luck she would be met with a wall of flames or some other form of disaster. But it was just Jasper.

“Hey,” she whispered, suddenly not bothered by the cold. She pulled the door further open and gestured for him to come in and out of the cold. “Hey I – I didn’t expect you to be out already. I was going to come see you later. Are you good?”

Jasper would be lying if the smile she gave as she greeted him didn't settle some sort of peace within his whole body; like he'd been so consumed in avoiding any thoughts about the night of the fire that he wasn't allowed to just calm down. But her smile begged to differ, a simple way of saying that they were both okay and nothing was going wrong right this second so they were allowed to BREATHE. Honestly, it caught him off guard, feeling his muscles melt away the tension he hadn't fully realized was there.

A smile that mirrored hers graced his features, graciously accepting her offer as he stepped in out of the cold. "Oh, yeah," his free hand gently rubbed the back of his neck as he casually glanced around the interior to cover up the fact that he was avoiding eye contact. "I woke up in the ambulance, and I guess they weren't all that concerned so luckily I avoided the hospital." Lying through his teeth surprisingly well, he refused to let anyone spend even a second worrying about him as a small shrug rolled off his shoulders and he promptly changed the subject.

Offering the plate of cookies rather awkwardly with fully extended arms, his features shifted into an ‘I tried’ expression. "These are for you." A goofy laugh burst out from behind his closed lips-- cheeks threatening to flush with embarrassment. "Okay, I know... it's weird, I don't know, I just felt like I needed to do something to... thank you? You don't have to eat them, honestly."

#caroline.#caroline002.

peter francis‌.

His roommates had installed him in the livingroom, having moved one of their beds out there for him to use during the day, then moved to his own bed when it was time to go to sleep. They had put up blankets around him, and placed pillows inside, something to keep him comfortable and like he was lost in his own little world. In a world outside of Sallybrook. In a world where these things didn’t happen. He had just been able to get the bandage off of him that day, and the doctors said the scarring might never go away, but Peter found himself liking it. Having spent the entire day ignoring the TV and looking at his arm instead. At the way the fire had marked him for his to take, and the memory of Elliot’s arms stayed close to him.

At this point, it would be a lie to say he hadn’t been expecting people every day. But he was. Ever since the fire had happened, he had had a new friendly face come to his side and ask if he was alright. The answer was always the same. When Jasper came in through the door, he looked up and quirked a brow. He had never expected him of all people to show up. Not when they had barely ever said two words to each other. He guessed it fit his M.O. He smiles regardless, moving the blanket that hid him aside so he could join him. “Come on in,” he said, sliding over a bit to let him in. “I was just about to start watching Desperate Housewives. You really saved me.”

The air between them almost hid the awkwardness of Jasper's uninvited intrusion well-- polite and friendly smiles keeping the atmosphere fairly at ease. All but gawking in awe at the little homemade pillow fort Peter had around him, he muttered a 'wow' under his breath as he let himself move closer upon request. "I think it's customary to bring food or something?" A lazy shrug rolled off his shoulders. "But I'm not really a cook and... well, it looks like you're set for life here."

Sighing as the old man he secretly was, he took the seat where Peter had motioned. "Not having ever seen an episode of Desperate Housewives, I'm not informed enough to decide if I've actually saved you or not." A playful smirk and raised eyebrows accompanied his words as he quickly let his gaze trail over Peter's body curiously. He kept his expression lighthearted, not allowing the frown that wanted to appear be shown. "You look good." Gesturing to the other rooms where his roommates had scurried off to, Jasper felt his worry diminish slightly. "You've got quite the caretakers on your hands, I'm really glad that you have them... great friends make all the difference in the world."

#peter.#peter001.#'great friends make all the difference in the world'#bISH what do you know #you have one friend #shut up fake!wise Jasper

elliot bones‌.

Bedrest had been Elliot’s own personal hell. After being discharged from the hospital, he was under strict doctor’s orders to stay home, to rest, to allow his lungs time to heal. But he was restless, and after his last encounter with Peter, he was desperate for some company, someone to pull himself out of his own thoughts that felt more suffocating than the smoke that had gotten him into this mess. So the moment he heard a knock on the front door, he sat himself up a little straighter in bed. He had heard a knock, hadn’t he? Or was he so desperate for Peter or Nate or Sophie to show up that he was beginning to imagine things? He heard the knock again, and immediately kicked his covers off his legs. Finally — someone to save him from himself.

He used his uninjured arm to hold onto the railing as he slowly made his way down the stairs. He found himself still running out of breath quickly, and for the past few days his mother had been running around the house to make him comfortable, so that he wouldn’t have to move. It felt good to finally stretch his legs, to move about the house — but if his mother was home she’d make a fuss about it. He finally reached the front door and pulled it open, surprised to find the familiar face behind it. “Jasper,” Elliot said, his eyebrows furrowed, “Hey, what are you…what are you doing here?”

Rationally, he began to worry about whoever was inside as they heard his frantic knocking grow more and more desperate; they probably believed something to be seriously wrong. That didn't deter him, though, each second spent in anticipation driving him closer to the conclusion that something unspeakable had happened. Perhaps there was an unspoken familiarity that resonated within him when it came to Elliot; someone who put their family’s needs far above their own in any given circumstance. And although Jasper was the more 'happy to do so' of the two, it was probably the fact that he could see parts of himself in Elliot that left him so on edge. Elliot might have risked his life to save someone else, and Jasper would've done the same without hesitation... and that fact that something could’ve happened to Elliot means it could’ve just as easily happened to Jasper... and that scared the shit out of him.

Time seemed to slow as mere minutes felt like an eternity before the door shifted against his rubbed-raw pink knuckles. A breath caught in Jasper's throat as he awaited the face that would greet him, the recent rush of adrenaline leaving him completely as he froze in place. Finally, the door pulled open to reveal Elliot and his exhausted features and Jasper genuinely wanted to pull him into a hug out of complete relief, but surprisingly held back and simply offered a reassured smile instead.

"Hey... I, uh, I was just in the neighborhood and thought to check in on you, if that's okay? Things around here have been a bit... crazy and I heard you were in the hospital," eyes grew wide as his attention fell to the splint his arm rested in, "oh shit, do you-- can I do anything to help?"

#elliot.#elliot001.#THE FACT THAT HE'S GENUINELY /THIS/ WORRIED #TOOK ME BY SURPRISE #but damn #it hurts my lil heart

isaiah miller‌.

Isaiah stared at his drink spilling down the street towards the beach, as if the liquid was telling him something, to go that way, to go to the docks again, to go and find little Sam… His voice was still playing over and over inside his head, so much he wasn’t even sure anymore if he had dreamed it all along, and then he would remember the soreness around his neck, the marks of long slender fingers across his pulse. He moved his fingers over the marks for a second, even more distant than he seemed. “No–no…” he shook his head a few more times than needed then, to somehow try to get himself back into the present. He looked back then, recognizing Jasper then. “Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t good tea either way,” he added with a little shrug of his shoulders and the lightest of the smiles that he could pull off in that moment.

Brows furrowed together as Jasper's attention shifted back to Isaiah before he spoke again. As someone who avidly avoided being lost in thought, it was obvious to him that this man was. He wanted to ask if everything was all right; if Isaiah was OKAY-- something he'd find himself doing more and more often as of late. "Then we'll go get you a good one," his polite smile spread a little wider, turning away from the docks-- from the looming memories-- and casually gesturing down the road. "It's less than a five-minute walk, and honestly you'd be doing me a favor... walks in winteresque weather are always better with company." He wondered briefly if he was as transparent as Abi claimed him to be; if it was as apparent to Isaiah that he was trying to drag his mind and body away from the events the night before.

#isaiah.#isaiah001.

leila davenport.

Leila leaned into Jasper’s arms, allowing her eyes to close for a minute. She slid her headphones down around her neck, but didn’t turn off the music. There was a comfort to having the notes whisper against the wind, and a much larger relief in seeing Jasper in person. She tilted her eyes upward, taking inventory on Jasper as he did the same on her. He was an expert at weaving concern away from himself and she was only just learning how to speak that language. Based on the bags beneath his eyes, she doubted that he’d slept, but if he was injured he hid it well.

“I’m fine. Mom did a full physical.” It was no joke. She’d been looked over in the back of an ambulance as the fire ravaged their home from the inside out. They’d wanted to take her to the hospital but she’d refused. She’d been dressed only in her cotton pajamas, no socks on her feet, but she’d rather have walked the twenty minutes to her apartment then endure a night at the hospital.

“Our home isn’t.” Her chest constricted at those words. Those walls had been witnesses to her life. So much felt subliminal but that roof and that kitchen and those floors were solid proof of her existence. She’d lived, she’d been lost, and she’d been returned and through it all that house had stood.

An exhale of relief escaped him the moment she'd confessed she'd been checked out by Mom, something he honestly would've suggested if she hadn't. That was truly their family dynamic, wasn't it? Jasper immediately snuck out of the hospital, hoping and praying to avoid any attention, especially their mother's, yet wanted Leila to be watched over and taken care of 24/7. It was his job, after all, and even though failing at it the first time didn't kill him, he was sure failing again would.

Frowning at her comment about their childhood home, the image flashed across his vision once more. "It could've been much worse." He whispered honestly, the chilly morning breeze wrapping around them and sending a shiver down his spine. "A house is just a house, after all." Biting harshly at the inside of his cheek, he kept his features neutral to avoid revealing how little he agreed with what he'd just said. Hours upon HOURS had been spent making that building feel like a home, especially on his part. It was where the Davenports had fallen apart, but it was also where Jasper had held them together.

"I'd offer to have the 'rents stay at my place, but something tells me they’re not willing to let you out of their sights anytime soon."