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I'd rather die than give you control. Jasper "Jace" Cain. 18 years old. He screamed. They answered. Indie horror OC. Please read about before interacting.

[hulum-blog]

Send me a ♂ and a question and my muse's father will answer it.

[trepanated]

((I'm bored come talk to me.))

[killerblond]

“Don’t mind at all.”

He gave a polite smile, a curt nod, and vanished back inside, not to return but a slight minute later with a basic lighter in tote.

"Rough day?" 

[trepanated]

He accepted the lighter with a nod of thanks and lit up his cigarette, inhaling and sighing in relief.

"That obvious?" He gives a crooked grin. "Shit day at work, but what else is new?"

[trepanated]

He's sleeping. Wake him at your own risk.

[trepanated]

"Adorable. You do know it won't work on me, right?"

[ensignfinnclifton]

"Sorry, just needed to vent, y’know?"

[trepanated]

"Hey, I get it. Some days no one listens and you end up exploding. Sounds like one of those days for you, yeah?"

[selfdeceptionarchive-blog]

If looks could kill. 

Within the man’s hands is an artifact, gold, patina coating the shimmer, speaking volumes of its age in the moment it slips onto his index. With a practiced ease, he lifts that hand, displays the engraved hexagram, series of jewels seated in the band and glowing faintly. Cain, one so ancient, Lucifer’s first, powerful even without the mark, he wouldn’t dream of summoning him, but it tracks the bastard well enough. Jaw set, flexing with the containment of his anger, for this boy houses the monster who set his brother on his downward spiral. Knowing what would happen. This is Dean’s Ruby.

"I’m not here for you. I want Cain."

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At the sight of the ring, they split, Jasper going one way and Cain another. Cain is wary, almost afraid; Jasper has no fear. Their body shudders when they exhale, and IT stirs in their heart.

Jasper takes a pack of cigarettes from their pocket, giving them time to become him again. He slides one out, tucks the rest of the pack in his pocket. Puts the cigarette to his lips and calls for Cain in his mind. And quietly, without warning, they slide back together.

"Couple mistakes," Jace says. He flicks his thumb against his hand and a tiny flame springs up, which he uses to light his cigarette. He inhales, dragging the smoke down into his lungs. Much better.

"First off," he says as he exhale the smoke, "it's not a one or the other deal. Your research was shoddy on that one. Second," his eyes glint and he smiles, "you're going to need more than a piece of jewelry to control me."

He almost says us, but that would be a deadly mistake. Cain can resist the ring, but Jace can force it back. Which leads them to...

"Third, you split me down the middle and you won't like what comes slipping through the cracks."

[ensignfinnclifton]

"Being the middle child is one of those things that you don’t know has psychological repercussions unless you are the middle child.”

[trepanated]

"Preaching to the choir, dude."

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((I should probably warn y'all, I have a hectic class schedule Tuesday through Thursday so usually I'll be on Robin through those days and then account hop through the (four-day) weekend. But hey, hello, I'm here. Settling down for a day of IDGAF about school, which means TV and drafts.))

[trepanated]

((That's it, that's everything I owed done. Gonna hop between muses some more. You can ask for my Kik or Skype if you want it; best to ask on Robin, I'm on him the most.))

[redeemself-deactivated20170221]

        a quick, panicked shake of her         head is offered. she’s lost. but         he doesn’t need to know that.

[trepanated]

"Right." He doesn't sound even slightly convinced. "That'd be why you're not heading wherever you're headed, would it?"

[trepanated]

selfdeception

"Help you with something?"

[killerblond]

“Mine’s electric, sorry.”

He waggled the little contraption between his fingers, returning his gaze to the horizon. He’d wanted to make some quip about age and looks, but it really wasn’t any of his business and he knew all too well about not looking one’s own age.

“I can head back in and see if my boss has one. She’s a smoker. If you’re willin’ to wait, I mean.”

[trepanated]

Even Jasper's biological age is eighteen and old enough to smoke, so he would have laughed if the man had made the comment.

He considers the offer, then nods. "If you don't mind. Kind of itching for a smoke."

[aviliobruno]

          now certainly, that is not the case—for tate is merely human and nothing more, and the opposing a vessel so frail in the blood that pumps with a st-st-stutter through valves of arteries and veins, a sickeningly violet that reminds him of things he never wants to think of, never wants to know of. such is the curse of those born with lost minds—a knowledge so far beyond the norm that it cannot be  con - tain - ed  within a thick cranial shell.

                    “ this world is fuckin sick. “ it’s a prompt for the fellow being to open narrowed eyes, to see in full the gut-wrenching frights that can lie within mere human mind that prompt sleepless nights and breathless days. “ i can name each and every one. maybe that way i won’t end up like them, yknow? “

[trepanated]

He can't help a cruel sort of smile that tugs around the corners of his lips, doesn't quite try. The idea of ending up a victim is laughable to him. Gone are the days when that was any concern; now the closest he comes is making sure he doesn't get caught.

"But how many names can you remember? There are more monsters than Manson out there, and a lot of them still roam free." Like himself, and the other one who shares his skin.

[inflamxs-archive-deactivated201]

        lithe digits reached for the stick, thanking         the other with a brief gesture before the         cigarette met his pallid maw. he ignited         the end with the flimsy lighter, before         hiding it away in his pocket once again.

                    ❝ you new around here? ❞

[trepanated]

He takes a long drag of his own cigarette and pockets the rest of the pack. He shrugs again in answer to the question.

❝I'm new most places. I don't stay anywhere for long. You?❞

[lamourhaineainthereanymore]

     oh yes. she’s never really met anything like that. so, you’ll have to excuse her for being curious and rather obnoxious. she probably wont leave him alone, try to push his buttons. she’s rather childish like that. hard to believe she was as old as earth itself. 

      “construction? i know for a fact i could do that. i think it’s funny that you peg me as weak because of my gender and appearance,”

[trepanated]

He's one of a kind, this one. The other one living deep in his heart even more so.

His relaxed facade barely even falters. He shrugs like that wasn't at all what he meant, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket as he talks. "I just said it wouldn't suit you. Construction isn't always a woman-friendly environment, and that's usually got shit to do with the tools."

He takes a cigarette for himself and offers her the pack. Only fair that he gets to push some buttons right back; he has a feeling the motherly attitude he saw earlier will object to someone who looks as young as he does smoking. "Want one?"

[snarky-bastard-deactivated20161]

“Liar." she sing-songed good naturedly in return to his comment about flattery and listened to him explain his origins. She wasn’t the best at catching blatant lies even when they weren’t well versed, it was one of the reasons that she was such a bad liar herself.

She liked to believe in the honesty of people, liked to trust that they weren’t out there to simply deceit her. “I was born in Oslo, Norway. Raised in New York, Manhattan. I have a twin, Scarlett and two half brothers named Sage and Warren. Though I didn’t meet them until I was sixteen.”

[trepanated]

"Norway to Manhattan? That's a trip. How'd you come to make that move?"

His smile was friendly, charming even. He liked listening to people's stories. It made it so much easier to tell who was useful and who was an ideal victim and who to leave alone. "What about Sage and Warren, how'd you meet them?"