𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ⊹. ˚˖⋆｡ @halfs1ckofshadows said: [ lock ] sender and receiver lock eyes across the room / alice @ jasper?
he is a broken shell of the man that he once was, made up of nothing but his grief and thirst. the two are entangled, unable to be cleaved apart. he feels the grief of his past just as surely as he feels the overwhelming burn of his throat, and he feels the horror leeching from his victims in tandem with the blissful relief of his quenched thirst, blood washing over his builing sins. it is a bottomless, soulless existence, and he does nothing but endure in it, floating aimlessly from casualty to casualty in his dull, grey world.
he expertly stalks his next victim, watching as she chainsmokes, flicking her cigarette bud and sending ash tumbling to cement. she's half-lit by a street lamp, the shadows of the alleyway behind her promising to shroud them from view. the girl is annoyed, and he picks up that she was just fired from her job at the seedy members club on the corner. jasper begins to grow agitated watching her, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket anxiously as waves of irritation roll off of her.
he feels something else then, a whisper of something foreign, an emotion so unfamiliar that he can't quite place it. his eyes dart around, catching on a small, slip of a girl, with short brunette hair and delicate, fawn-like features. his hackles raise on instinct, immediately noting the telltale glint of marble skin, imperceptible differences gone unnoticed to the human eye. but not to him. she's a vampire. is she trying to steal his food? he narrows his eyes suspiciously, utterly confused as he watches her from across the street. their eyes lock, hers a warm and utterly confusing shade of gold, and he feels suddenly self-conscious of his own bright red one's. but something in him.. relaxes at the sight of her, despite his own best instincts, and he tilts his head, waiting.
