His birthday gift was a locket.
A small, fragile thing, golden with lines of ruby and a rose diamond in the center. All colours he cannot see. Jameson looked at it wide-eyed, his hands shaking as he pulled it delicately from the box. He runs his finger over the diamond, lips trembling. This is the prettiest thing he has ever touched. This is the only gift he has ever been given. This is...
“It’s okay, it’s just for you. Take it.” Anti is beaming, his form semi-translucent and breaking into sporadic lines of code. His grin has far too many teeth, and his eyes are darker than vantablack, set in a deceptively human visage.
“Do you like it?” he purrs. “Special gift for my special boy.” They are laying in bed together, semi-translucent limbs tangled with Jameson’s frail legs and chest. Jameson looks into his eyes, his thumb worrying over the ruby trace. Anti hums and runs a hand along his scarred jaw. Just intimate, just soft. “Open it, carve,” he murmurs.
Jameson licks his lips, and pops the tiny clasp open. Inside the left side, engraving in the gold next to a ruby rose says:
“My body mine,
hands intertwine,
Together in hearts
we never shall part.
~ To my Jameson”
Jameson’s bottom lip trembles, and when he meets Anti’s eyes once again, they are watery and distant. Anti frowns, tugging at his hair. “What’s the matter?”
“Too much. Too much, Anti.” Jamie shakes his head as his hands place the necklace back in the box to sign. “I love you but... I can not take this. Not worthy of it.”
Anti chortles, his voice glitching in spirals and colours Jameson will never see. “Oh, my baby. You’re completely right, little thing, you are not worthy of it.” Anti baps JJ’s head softly, ruffling his hair and earning an indignant whistle and bubble of giggles from the two when Jameson realizes he is being teased. “But I am giving it to you anyhow. You’re my pretty body, and you know I love dressing you nicely.” Anti runs his hand over the frilly collar of Jameson’s shirt, and Jameson blushes softly in colours Anti doesn’t care to notice.
“Here, c’mere love,” Anti says, pulling him even closer, souls against bodies and hands intertwined. Anti lifts the necklace and latches it around Jameson’s neck. It falls against the tight collar of his fancy doll’s shirt, nestling against the folds of fabric. Anti bares his teeth proudly. Jameson touches it delicately with long, thin fingers, tilting his head with scrunched eyebrows.
“Thank you. Thank you, my soul.”
Anti hums his approval and cuddles up against his body, his heart, the keeper of his soul. Jameson, for his part, cuddles back, pressed chest to chest with his torturer, his captor, his true love.
Together in hearts, we never shall part.