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draqnking / x.
The corner of his lips twitched upward into a lazy smile. “That’s good.” It was the first time that he had seen Imago look so relaxed and well-rested. Fingers stroked through dark hair and he couldn’t help the way his own eyes drooped again. He was far too relaxed to even try and stay awake.
“I’m not leaving this bed for a good couple of hours. Don’t worry.”
draqnking / x.
The words had been out of his mouth before he could really think about it. Jax occasionally spoke before he really thought about the words - Granted, he always meant what he said. It was just the sort of situation where he couldn’t seem to stop himself from saying anything. The response from Imago was even enough to make him smile lazily, fingers tracing patterns against his arm. (There really was no way to be close with Jax and not be forced into cuddles).
“Hm. I’m totally terrible and mean to you all the time, right? Is that why you can’t believe it?”
draqnking / x.
Jax was more than aware that he was more open with his feelings and affections that Imago was - And that was probably how it would be for a long, long time. He knew that Imago also would not go into detail over how he missed him. An amused grin settled across his features as soon as he noticed the eye roll and he had to hold back a soft snort.
“I can’t actually argue with that,” he muttered with a lazy grin. “You are a pain in my ass but you’re not that bad.”
draqnking / x.
Jax had always been careful to pay attention to what people were comfortable with. It was something that he had learned throughout his life, after all. Pay attention to how affectionate someone was and how comfortable they were with someone being close to them. Which was part of the reason why he was so surprised when he felt Imago cuddle up to him in the first place.
“I guess I am,” he hummed softly with a tiny half-smile, “Nah. I’m pretty comfortable with you here so-”
@draqnking said: “trace” / from imago 👀
purposefully touch a muse’s scar
(meme ;; accepting)
A hand settled near his neck, just over his shoulder, hovering over a thin raised scar of a knife. He has the other man’s hand pinned to the wall before he even thinks the action through. Heart beating an even staccato, he slowly released Imago’s hand, muttering sorry under his breath. He had grown to trust Imago, slow and steady, but his body was still a live wire, his reactions still ingrained in him from spending so long on his own, enemy of the world.
Blowing out a sigh, he released the tension from his body, and cut the awkwardness that had developed by explaining, “Angry Dog of Hell. Knocked his gun from his hand so he gave me something to remember him by.” As an afterthought, he added, “Shot him in the forehead, so I don’t think that turned out too well for him.”
“Really? But I had a plan that was supposed to go with yours...” Why does he pout like this? It’s honestly a horrible idea, and he should know that well, given how it almost killed him. Yet he wants to stick to his guns and stay by the failing plan. Even if he’s hurt, he trusts Aaron’s original thought on what to do more than his own.
“I didn’t listen to you, so we should try again. And after that, if all else fails, we at least tried.”
@draqnking ;; ‘no more of my ideas. that’s the rule.’
@draqnking said: ‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’ / imago!
(meme ;; accepting)
There’s a moment where his argumentative lawyer brain tries to fight his common sense brain to point out how it’d be smarter for the other man to let Daredevil die if he wanted to have an easier path to the crimes he so liked to commit. Thankfully, common sense won out. He could pick a fight another day, when he didn’t have to worry about survival.
He can’t tell if his ankle is broken or simply a bad sprain. He can hear the bones grinding together, so that probably doesn’t bode well. Either way, through sheer willpower and stubbornness alone, he could undoubtedly hobble and limp his way to safety if he had the time, but alas, Imago is right. He doesn’t have the time.
Grumbling out a sigh, he turned towards the other, holding out an arm to gesture him over. “Fine, help me.” A momentary pause. “Please.” Don’t say he wasn’t a polite Catholic boy underneath the horns.
draqnking : "I'd totally fuck you" / imago to patton ,,,
For a second, he didn’t seem to understand the words. Maybe too shocked by the sudden admission -whether it was true or not- to actually react. It only took a second for warmth to spread across his cheeks once the realization seemed to hit him. He had been more than happy that Imago seemed to be relaxing around him and accepting of his affection. But he had not expected anything like that. “I’m not easy. Gotta take me on a date first,” he managed to joke though his smile was still shy.
