#jacepara

[thornstocutyouwith]

@vitrexanima

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"I'm not that weird about anything at all." Jace says with a small pout at Aeron. Then he smiled a little bit in return to Aeron's smile. He then looked toward the thin opening once more. Moving he started to squeeze inside. Walking closer to the object, his thin frame managing the stretch fairly agile. Once inside the room he dug around in a pocket, pulling out his phone before using it to illuminate the small room. Looking around He stumbled a bit over something that had been burn on the ground.

Frowning he turned back before taking a few steps farther inside, and then disappearing down into a shaft below his feet. He came crashing onto the ground, his phone bouncing off the floor, the light flickering out before sending him into complete darkness a moment later. However the pain in his leg that suddenly hit him had him gasping "Ah...Aeron..be careful, the-there's a hole somewhere....I fell down it.."

[thornstocutyouwith]

Where the hell did you come from!? ( Jovan, Jace, Tancred)

A Blond stands in a doorway staring at two intruders in his library " This is not the door you should have entered through. " He makes a face " You! with the dog. Shut that mutt up. " He grins then and walks over to Jovan, not much shorter than himself. His ice cold eyes falling over him, than the other " Ahh, Oh dear.  Looks like we've got more then just a few trespassers.  "  Looking around Tancred turned suddenly and waved a hand for them to follow him " This way boys. "

[jaysonalexander-blog]

Mom + Dad

Jayson had been growing rapidly, his mind progressing far beyond the confines of his body. He had begun to notice little things about people; when they were lying, their "tells" so to speak, and when his parents would tell him white lies to keep him sheltered. This never worked, of course, because the voices set him straight. He had more common sense than most children his age, but with this came the acknowledgement that he was different. Jayson hadn't taken a liking to anyone in the house so far, other than his parents. He spent most of his time making contorted and grotesque artwork, products of the horrors of his schizophrenia manifested onto a piece of paper. He finished one, and brought it over to his mother, reaching it over his head so she could see it better. 

[staticskinnn-blog]

@Jace

Allyson stirred in her sheets, feeling rather...well, moist. "The fuck?" She mumbled, sitting up. She couldn't exactly remember what she was dreaming about, but no fantasy about Jace could cause her to get this wet. She poked the sheet surrounding her, the sheet soaked, just like her underwear. Did I piss myself? Jesus Christ. She moved herself to the edge of the bed, her feet barely on the floor before pain shot up her abdomen. She winced, biting down her lip to keep from screaming. "Jace!" She hissed, reaching her hand back to try and shake him awake. "I think my fucking vagina is going to fall out!"

[staticskinnn-blog]

@Jace

Allyson shifted the sheet nervously, swearing under her breath. She had spent most of the afternoon channeling her inner Martha Stewart while setting up their room in the basement. She draped white sheets across the ceilings, intertwining the pale Christmas lights that Larissa had grabbed for her in and out the various blankets. Allyson had remade their makeshift bed and had arranged the picnic basket, her laptop speakers pouring out a song composed by Chopin. She tried making it as perfect as possible under the circumstances; all she wanted was for him to be happy. 

She took one last glance at her reflection: she had kept it simple, wearing a nice top paired with a skirt, her hair resting on her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. 'Relax, Ally. It's only a boy', she thought to herself. For some reason, she didn't believe it. It wasn't just a boy, this was serious. "Jace?" She called out, peering out the doorway for a moment. When he didn't answer immediately, she began to panic, closing the door and scurrying over to the bed. "This was a bad idea." She hissed at herself, quite close to having a panic attack. She tucked her knees under herself, listening to the music to calm herself down. Why the hell am I so nervous?

[staticskinnn-blog]

@Jace

After a few hours, Allyson slowly crept out of the basement. After her confrontation with Violet, she had cried herself to sleep; she felt like she was surrounded in death. I wonder why this place isn't a fucking funeral home yet. She walked through the house quietly, suddenly feeling the urge to get out. She began to run towards the entrance, quietly opening the door just in case someone was home. She stopped suddenly at the sight of Jace sitting on the front steps, holding her breath. She inched towards him taking a seat beside him, nudging him softly. "Hi." She muttered, brushing the hair out of her face.