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[fabrellyn]

"Now I know you're just teasing me." All but one leg of the chair he's lounging in are up off the floor, the tilt of it casting him back away from Kaz's desk where he's anchored one foot for support. Jesper rocks a little in his seat just to further test his stability and smiles big, leeringly, tauntingly. "Your eye's twitching, pal. Right there. See? Lies. You love me sooo much."

would you love me if I was a worm?

❝    Jesper.    ❞  A slow, orchestrated inhale, loud enough to be heard and understood by @fabrellyn.  .  .    ❝    I  don’t  even  love  you  as  you  are  now.    ❞

[fabrellyn]

Jesper spins the silver ring on his right pinky over and over and over again, a nervous tic that he never could quite shake even now that he spends less and less time in the dark backwaters of Kerch proper. Sitting across from one of very few who could drag him back down those filthy streets again with little more than the bribe of adrenaline explains the habit’s presence. Kaz looks tired, but Jesper doesn’t want to notice that about them because if he notices that he’ll notice other things too. Like the way they’ve got their leg unbent at an angle that suggests it’s bothering him a little more today than maybe it usually does. Like the tea sitting untouched on the table between them because there was no sugar offered and Kaz won’t fake pleasantries for even an old friend. Noticing any of this means giving a damn and Jesper is keen on not giving Kaz an inch.

Especially not with the way he’s leading this sales pitch. Jesper bares his teeth wide enough to reveal the gold cap of one back molar. “What the fuck would you know about warm beds and the company such beds would keep?” It’s not a hook that would land in the gills of Kaz’s neck, but it feels good to stand up for himself. Jesper could say more. Jesper could ask Kaz about the latest bust he’d heard about just last week which had lost a handful of Dregs members on account of some sloppy miscalculations, could stress the incredulity that Kaz would make such a ridiculous error. Worse, Jesper could ask about Inej. Ghezen knows how that wound would scrape at Dirtyhands’ soft white underbelly. But Jesper doesn’t push any of this. Not yet anyway.

Kaz’s teeth aren’t quite so sharp as they usually file them. Their implications are nasty, and they do hurt, so much more than Jesper would like to admit even to himself. But the funny thing about this little friendship is that Jesper knows better. “Is that it, then? A job?” Because of course it’s a job. Why else would Kaz be here if not to barter for the high ground of a skilled gunman rather than the company of an old friend? Jesper wouldn’t have gotten his hopes up even if Kaz had waltzed in smiling like an idiot and commenting on the weather. “Smart of you to show up on the day of a council meeting. Did you hope I’d be easier to sway without Wy’s disapproval? Because I gotta say, it's wishful thinking at best, Kaz. And I've never known you to be stocked up on something as trivial as hope.”

i've lived many other lives since then.

🔪 STATE OF PARADISE. ( accepting! )

The  air  outside  is  muggy,    wet  with  the  threat  of  summer  storms  and  warm  where  the  outs  of  spring  recede  with  surety.    It’s  a  pleasant  feeling,    the  humidity.    When  it’s  cold,    the  aches  that  have  long  set  into  the  marrow  of  Kaz’s  bones  sharpen  and  taunt  more  than  usual.    Whatever’s  liquid  on  the  cobblestone  in  the  streets  freezes  and  makes  it  more  difficult  to  pace  the  city.    It  doesn’t  stop  Kaz  from  stalking  his  mecca,    but  it  grates  enough  on  his  sensibilities  that  the  worst  of  him  rears  and  seethes  and  haunts  his  every  interaction.  

This  weather  does  not  beget  their  vexation.    It’s  simple  enough  that  Jesper  can  do  it  without  any  help,    even  in  so  few  words  as  he’s  given  thus  far.    Kaz  has  hardly  said  anything  himself.    The  tea  he’d  been  offered  sits  cooling  on  the  fancy  little  table  sat  between  them  and  @fabrellyn,    though  it  hardly  marks  the  great  distance  keeping  them  apart.    Maybe  that  distance  has  always  been  there.    Maybe  Kaz  knows  exactly  how  much,    and  why,    there  is  so  wide  a  canyon  for  him  to  cross.    The  air  is  thick  with  more  than  the  damp  heat  drifting  in  from  the  tall  windows  left  open  alongside  the  wall  to  their  right.    Kaz  feels  the  wind  reach  across  the  back  of  his  neck  as  heavily  as  Jesper’s  unflinching  gaze  across  from  him  and  flinches  at  neither  with  great  effort.  

❝    The  soft  cushioned  days  of  a  rich  man’s  plaything  can  hardly  account  for  a  life.    ❞  These  words  are  measured,    chosen  carefully  even  in  spite  of  the  careless  way  Kaz  delivers  them.    They  hurt  to  say  just  as  much  as  they  are  intended  to  hurt  when  heard,    but  Brekker  has  always  been  a  defense  mechanism  and  here  he  sits  now  with  all  that  armor  pulled  on  as  tight  as  can  be  fastened.    ❝    I’m  sure  the  allowance  is  greater  than  what  I  paid  you  and  the  benefits  are  naturally  far  greater besides.    ❞  Those  black  eyes  are  bright  with  manufactured  zeal  to  match  a  snapping  maw  of  teeth.    ❝    What’s  a  little  extra  ammunition  to  a  warm  bed  and  warmer  company,    hm?    ❞

[fabrellyn]

the vampire diaries: season 1 [1/2].

dialogue prompts from season one of the cw's the vampire diaries.

i shouldn't have come home.

today will be different.

anything else? a number 2 pencil? what am i missing?

i predict this year is going to be kickass.

you need to chill yourself, alright?

i know who you are, and it's not this person. so don't be this person.

it was all very hitchcock for a second.

you can't keep following me around like a lost puppy.

if i don't write everything down, i forget it.

why did you come back, after all this time? why now?

you know, you're kind of the talk of the town.

people are going to stop giving you breaks.

i thought i could smile and nod my way through it.

all you can do is be ready for the good.

for the first time in a long time, i feel good.

scared we may be doomed to repeat the past?

you seem to spend a lot of time apologizing.

there's a whole other me you have yet to meet.

years and years of crossword puzzles. it's a loner thing.

maybe there's hope for both of us.

maybe we should play the lottery.

'cool' isn't the word i'd use.

i like you. you know how to laugh.

everything that used to matter doesn't anymore.

i quit. i'm a quitter.

i miss anne rice. she was so on it.

i know you. you have a lot more insults in you, i can tell.

i don't want to push my way in, but i want to be there for you.

i fled town because of you. fled!

hypothetically speaking, if allowed, how would you make things right?

family only runs so deep, huh?

what is so awful that you're afraid to tell me?

what you don't know can hurt you.

i bet you're feeling pretty good about yourself, aren't you?

why do i keep remembering the same things, but in different ways?

you can hate me, but i need you to trust me.

you just don't want to die, do you?

forever is a very long time, you know.

no more talking. let's dance.

when i think of my future, i just come up blank.

if anyone's gonna kill you, it's gonna be me.

how am i? you're kidding, right?

don't be bitter. it provokes wrinkles.

i'm going to drink until someone is hot enough to make out with.

you confuse me for someone with remorse.

people die around you. how could it not matter? it matters, and you know it.

why does everybody have to die on me?

i don't want it to be like this. i don't want to feel like this.

okay, i'm officially worried. what's going on?

it's impossible and it's true.

does it get tiring, being so righteous?

do you ever feel like there's not a person in the world who loves you?

you never do anything for anyone but yourself.

i don't want to embrace it. i want it to stop.

you're angry. that's good. it'll be easier if you hate me.

i don't want you to be alone. you're sleeping at my place tonight.

i'm sorry. there. i said it.

i can't talk to you. you don't listen.

i like it here. it's got a rich history.

i have pathetic down to a science.

what part of the story did you leave out?

i've stopped asking questions. the answers get scary.

___ wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.

can you stand? is anything broken?

i hate morning people.

we're keeping secrets now?

sorry. i'm blunt.

look who's returned from battle.

i protect my own before anyone else.

you're not the worst company in the world.

where were you and why did you lie to me about it?

[fabrellyn]

do you see the vision.........

[fabrellyn]

party 4 u was written about kaz and jesper by the way!

[fabrellyn]

Jesper Fahey of the Grishaverse written by Mackie. They/them, 21+. Written almost exclusively in divergent and semi original lore. Exclusive with @wraakraai.