#threads: jasper

[dramxtispersonae]

"Mon our?" He's rapping his knuckles on the side paneling of the attic door to Jasper's writing area where he thinks he might find him in this house.

The door swung open and Jasper was quick to catch his love’s hand in his own, lacing their fingers together before pulling him into the room, arms wrapped around him as he kissed him sweetly. “Mm.. oui?”

[dramxtispersonae]

“Sir.” He heard. And then more urgently as a hand curled around his forearm he heard again, the sound sharp and clear this time, “sir.”

A young woman’s face moved into his line of sight and came into focus. Jasper recoiled and caught her slender wrist in his hand, only a moment away from snapping it in two, fangs on the edge of being bared at her. 

She gasped and tried to pull away. 

“...Forgive me.” He murmured, blinking. “You startled me.” Others casted suspicious glances at him, others who had been eyeing him for the last half hour or so—the same amount of time that he had been standing there staring at the painting on the wall. 

Squaring his shoulders, he stepped away and flashed a kinder smile as he motioned back to the painting. “Would you be so kind as to tell me who the artist is?” 

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[dramxtispersonae]

theoriginalbloodcountess

“Ah Countess.. I do worry at times that you’ve become, dare I say it, predictable. Just follow the scent of virgin blood and—” amusement colored his expression as he stepped into view, arms outstretched on either side of himself. “Here you are.”

[dramxtispersonae]

nevxrmore

With all the time in the world you’d think a day wouldn’t much faze a vampire. Jasper’s foot wouldn’t stop tapping though. Leather sole against the wood floor created a dull thump thump thump as his gaze bore holes in the television before he glanced up quickly to note the time. 

He had a phone of course and he could easily have just called his lover to check where he was. 

But he had a plan and a phone call would ruin that. 

Finally the lock clicked and in the short amount of time it took to turn the knob and open the door, the vampire had hidden himself in the shadows; a predatory gaze following his lover’s every move.