Jasper
He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, zoning off into a picture across the room. It's contents were blurry, he never bothered to give it a good look. Kit hung onto his arm as if the separation from Jaspers warmth would instantly turn him cold and Jasper couldn't decide if his touch brought him comfort, or irritation. Having at least one presence you know in a room of strangers could be the greatest and only comfort in this situation. But it's also because of this manipulative brat that he lost the only person he ever considered family and a best friend. Amar. Jasper could still see his face, wrinkles around the corner of his eyes from old age and prickly white hairs growing out before the beard conquers his entire face, turning him into black Santa. He chuckled, a fond memory resurfacing. A trip to the grocery store turned into a runaway from children begging for Santa to tell them what they were getting for Christmas. Somehow, he was mistaken as Mr. Cold or whatever his name was and told by the children he would only receive coal for Christmas. With that, 'Santa' cocked a grin and wagged a finger at Jass saying, 'Better luck next year.' Hmpf, Old Bastard.
The hushed voice and firm wrinkles etched into his forehead as he opened Jaspers palm and shoved a crinkled piece of paper into his hands. The urgency of his voice telling him to...go! And the inability to hear his final words being taken away as gun shots and smoke filtered into the room and obstructed his vision. He closed his eyes. It was hard to imagine someone you woke up to every morning, seeing his ugly face all through-out the day and the last words you hear before bed-dead.
He hasn't decided his exact feelings toward the kid and the incident. There wasn't much time from then to now for him to think. Kit could hardly function after the incident and the only thing Jasper could focus on is getting here and keeping the both of them alive. Nothing else mattered, except that he had to get away. And fast. Now that he was here, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Why Arzura? Judging from all the other nervous bodies in the room, he could tell that he wasn't the only one wondering about this places merit. How was he to know that they weren't just as bad as the government? Get a job. Go to work. Get married. Have children. Follow fashion. Act normal. Walk on the sidewalk. Watch TV. Obey the Law. Save for your old age. The rights of 'freedom' never truly existed, they merely twist it to make a false sense of peace. They are pretty much saying make money and die. Why would someone create a safe haven for people like...us? We defy the very meaning of what society is because we are different.
“Kit, get off.” Jass said bluntly, his attention altering to the loud newcomer in the room. Wise of him to try and make acquaintances. Jass might of thought of doing the same thing if it wasn't that the only person near him was a fucking tweaker who couldn't keep still. Too much baggage to carry, he could hardly handle Kit and his owns.
Kit
“Kit, get off.” the blond winced, his words aggravating an opened wound. Uncertainty, he untangled his fingers from Jaspers leather jacket and tugged at the sleeves of his own. Was he still mad? Kit hadn't intended for any of that to happen, couldn't he tell that Kit missed Amar too? Just like Jasper, Amar had been like family to him. The elder accepted Kit for who he is and gave him a chance to take charge of his own life. Kit swallowed, a lump rising in his throat. His breathing became abnormal as he clenched his jaws tight. He didn't want to cry in front of him.
”Are you fucking kidding me?” Jasper snapped in a hushed voice. Kit whimpered and fell apart. ”You have no right to be crying right now, you hardly knew him, Kit.” Kit covered his eyes, pressing against his eyelids to stop the pain.
”No, no he was something to me too!” He shook his head side to side, his short ponytail hardly moving with the wind. The edges of his silky bangs barely grazed his fingers.
”He was something to you?” Jasper whispered and turned his head away, resting his elbows on his knees. ”He was fucking everything to me, Kit.” Tears rushed down Kits porcelain skin in strips.
”I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” he muttered pathetically. Jasper didn't respond. Kit felt his only life support slowly edging it's way from him. On the coldness nights Kit fell asleep on the couch, Jasper put a blanket over him. On the days he forgot to pack a lunch, Jasper gave him his lunch claiming he wasn't hungry. When he struggled as a Newbie at the Bar, Jasper always reprimanded him but Kit knew he did it because he cared. It didn't take Kit long to see that Jasper only pays attention to things and people he cares about. He needed Jasper. Other than Amar, Jasper was the only other who accepted him for him and who he was. Bisexual, freak abilities and all. He swung around and tugged on Jaspers sleeves. ”Please, please don't hate me...I need you...” his forehead dropped, resting a little under Jaspers shoulder. He could feel uncontrollable emotions rise within himself and his fingers turn hot. A sweet yet hot energy was moving between the two. Jasper tugged his arm away from his touch.
”Don't play with my emotions.” the glare pierced through Kits insides and he shivered. Returning to his cowered state, he hugged himself.
”I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-” Jasper turned his back to him and Kit dropped his head. The feminine looking boy got to his feet, he needed space. He hadn't meant to try and use his powers on him, it just sort of....happened. It was hard for him to see through his tears, as he walked away while rubbing his eyes, he slightly bumped into the man who had been pacing back and forth near them. "Sorry."
He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, zoning off into a picture across the room. It's contents were blurry, he never bothered to give it a good look. Kit hung onto his arm as if the separation from Jaspers warmth would instantly turn him cold and Jasper couldn't decide if his touch brought him comfort, or irritation. Having at least one presence you know in a room of strangers could be the greatest and only comfort in this situation. But it's also because of this manipulative brat that he lost the only person he ever considered family and a best friend. Amar. Jasper could still see his face, wrinkles around the corner of his eyes from old age and prickly white hairs growing out before the beard conquers his entire face, turning him into black Santa. He chuckled, a fond memory resurfacing. A trip to the grocery store turned into a runaway from children begging for Santa to tell them what they were getting for Christmas. Somehow, he was mistaken as Mr. Cold or whatever his name was and told by the children he would only receive coal for Christmas. With that, 'Santa' cocked a grin and wagged a finger at Jass saying, 'Better luck next year.' Hmpf, Old Bastard.
The hushed voice and firm wrinkles etched into his forehead as he opened Jaspers palm and shoved a crinkled piece of paper into his hands. The urgency of his voice telling him to...go! And the inability to hear his final words being taken away as gun shots and smoke filtered into the room and obstructed his vision. He closed his eyes. It was hard to imagine someone you woke up to every morning, seeing his ugly face all through-out the day and the last words you hear before bed-dead.
He hasn't decided his exact feelings toward the kid and the incident. There wasn't much time from then to now for him to think. Kit could hardly function after the incident and the only thing Jasper could focus on is getting here and keeping the both of them alive. Nothing else mattered, except that he had to get away. And fast. Now that he was here, he wasn't quite sure what to do. Why Arzura? Judging from all the other nervous bodies in the room, he could tell that he wasn't the only one wondering about this places merit. How was he to know that they weren't just as bad as the government? Get a job. Go to work. Get married. Have children. Follow fashion. Act normal. Walk on the sidewalk. Watch TV. Obey the Law. Save for your old age. The rights of 'freedom' never truly existed, they merely twist it to make a false sense of peace. They are pretty much saying make money and die. Why would someone create a safe haven for people like...us? We defy the very meaning of what society is because we are different.
“Kit, get off.” Jass said bluntly, his attention altering to the loud newcomer in the room. Wise of him to try and make acquaintances. Jass might of thought of doing the same thing if it wasn't that the only person near him was a fucking tweaker who couldn't keep still. Too much baggage to carry, he could hardly handle Kit and his owns.
Kit
“Kit, get off.” the blond winced, his words aggravating an opened wound. Uncertainty, he untangled his fingers from Jaspers leather jacket and tugged at the sleeves of his own. Was he still mad? Kit hadn't intended for any of that to happen, couldn't he tell that Kit missed Amar too? Just like Jasper, Amar had been like family to him. The elder accepted Kit for who he is and gave him a chance to take charge of his own life. Kit swallowed, a lump rising in his throat. His breathing became abnormal as he clenched his jaws tight. He didn't want to cry in front of him.
”Are you fucking kidding me?” Jasper snapped in a hushed voice. Kit whimpered and fell apart. ”You have no right to be crying right now, you hardly knew him, Kit.” Kit covered his eyes, pressing against his eyelids to stop the pain.
”No, no he was something to me too!” He shook his head side to side, his short ponytail hardly moving with the wind. The edges of his silky bangs barely grazed his fingers.
”He was something to you?” Jasper whispered and turned his head away, resting his elbows on his knees. ”He was fucking everything to me, Kit.” Tears rushed down Kits porcelain skin in strips.
”I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” he muttered pathetically. Jasper didn't respond. Kit felt his only life support slowly edging it's way from him. On the coldness nights Kit fell asleep on the couch, Jasper put a blanket over him. On the days he forgot to pack a lunch, Jasper gave him his lunch claiming he wasn't hungry. When he struggled as a Newbie at the Bar, Jasper always reprimanded him but Kit knew he did it because he cared. It didn't take Kit long to see that Jasper only pays attention to things and people he cares about. He needed Jasper. Other than Amar, Jasper was the only other who accepted him for him and who he was. Bisexual, freak abilities and all. He swung around and tugged on Jaspers sleeves. ”Please, please don't hate me...I need you...” his forehead dropped, resting a little under Jaspers shoulder. He could feel uncontrollable emotions rise within himself and his fingers turn hot. A sweet yet hot energy was moving between the two. Jasper tugged his arm away from his touch.
”Don't play with my emotions.” the glare pierced through Kits insides and he shivered. Returning to his cowered state, he hugged himself.
”I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-” Jasper turned his back to him and Kit dropped his head. The feminine looking boy got to his feet, he needed space. He hadn't meant to try and use his powers on him, it just sort of....happened. It was hard for him to see through his tears, as he walked away while rubbing his eyes, he slightly bumped into the man who had been pacing back and forth near them. "Sorry."