@moldedmemories ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ — give me old jasper and jiang to fuel for angst thread ? || 88 getting to know each other better & 78 wrestling or play fighting
"give it back!” jiang lets out as he tries to reach the bracelet the other boy is holding, a huff of breath leaving his lips as he pulls at his friend’s leg, making him tumble down on to the floor. both of them roll across the old carpet of the dingy motel they’re staying in, a mix of elbows and punches, fighting for the bracelet jasper managed to snatch up. while it was supposed to be at the bottom of jiang’s bag, it had fallen to the floor, and the other managed to snatch it up before he could. the vampire teases jiang for it, laughing- asking if it’s from a lover, infuriating the werewolf even more.
“it’s not! give it back —” he growls, anger growing hot— perhaps, if it was what jasper thought it was, it would get a lesser reaction out of him, but it’s not- it’s something he holds dear to his heart, and the idea of losing it shakes him to the core. while the other has a few more centimeters on him and probably more strength, jiang fights dirty. when he stands up, at first, he tries to reach up to where jasper is holding it above his head — but then, the werewolf makes him trip, scrambling to get the bracelet into his own grasp.
when it’s finally in his own hands, he takes a deep breath, fist clenching tight around it, eyes filled with fire. “lay off — it’s private.” anger unlike he has shown before flashes, and he storms off, leaving the motel room, slamming the door after him.
it’s only hours later that he inches back into the room, a part of him surprised to see his partner in crime there. did he want jasper to leave? or should jiang himself have never returned? it’s hard to explain himself, jiang has always been the one to keep his secrets close to his heart, refusing to let anyone in. only a few people know what happened to his family. and while the idea of telling jasper about it is mortifying, he comes to the realization that he has to. he owes him that. they have been friends for a while now, having each other’s backs when out on the job, sharing rooms and secrets of other people. and in the end, even if the werewolf isn’t sure if he will regret this, he decides to take a leap of faith.
“i’m sorry —” leaves his mouth first, quiet, not meeting the other’s eyes. slowly, as if he’s tentative about every move, he makes his way to his own single bed, discarding his shoes, pulling his feet under himself. he expects a snarky comment, and isn’t sure if the silence is a good omen- or a clue that he fucked up. “it’s — it’s from my mother.” the hand buried in the pocket of his hoodie pulls away, fist slowly uncurling to show the bracelet. he avoids eye contact, but keeps his palm open for him to see.
after a moment, it curls back into a fist, and he buries his hand back in his pocket, teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he speaks. “that’s — that’s all i have left from her. f- from my family.” he hates the way the back of his eyes sting, and lowers his gaze even more, bangs falling onto his eyes. “from my pack.” his breath hitches, but he knows that once he stops, he won’t be able to continue, so he pushes more. “i- i lost them when i was little. i’m the only one left- t- they were all murdered and that’s — that’s the only thing i have left.”
the silence stretches on, and his other hand goes up to his face to rub furiously at his eyes, before the tears can fall. “i’m going to find whoever did it — eventually. i know it’s going to take me- a long- long time but — i will." it’s then that he looks up, locking eyes with the other. “and- if- if you find anything — please, let - let me know. i’m counting on you.”
