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id: @dearprey 
            i know you and i aren’t the closest, but you’re important to her which means you’re important to me. 

id: @eadimidium
            [ his gaze flickers to her hands just barely brushing the fabric of his shirt, a whisper of her warmth against his skin. that was just enough for him to pause, his jaw clenching subtly to try to hide the way his breath caught in his throat. ]  i’d say the same, but i don’t have any problem with your hands all over me.  [ he mutters. his hand catches her wrist, gripping firmly at first, then quickly relaxing into a gentler hold. his eyes remain fixed on hers, unwavering as he guides her hand to rest against his chest, pressing flush against his racing heartbeat. jack can hear the rapid rise and fall of his own pulse in their proximity, a rhythmic thumping that echoes in their shared silence. as he tilts his head, he breathes in sync with her, mimicking her inhalation, and in that moment, his heartbeat thunders in her ears, almost tangible. often, in times of distress, he’d feel a phantom heartbeat—painful like a lost limb—but here, in this charged silence, it ignited every fiber of his senses. his mind conjures a heartbeat identical to hers, resonating in perfect harmony. ]  you command every one of my senses. the rhythm of my body (…) it’s all you. just y͟o͟u͟.

[ julia should be used to jack by now.  she should be used to the way he looks at her like the blood staining her skin is something worth admiring rather than washing away.  but his thumb dragging across her lower lip sends a slow,  traitorous warmth curling through her stomach anyway.  her eyes follow the movement of his hand before lifting back to his,  and the sight of his tongue briefly passing over his own lip does absolutely nothing to help.  the adrenaline from the hunt is still humming beneath her skin—-  heart beating harder than it should,  senses sharpened,  every inch of her too awake.  except now,  none of that restless energy has anything to do with what she just killed.  it’s h͟i͟m͟.  
            
            julia’s lips curve slowly,  amusement mixing with something decidedly warmer as he calls her tense. ]   you’re enjoying this way too much.  [ there’s no accusation behind it.  if anything,  the slight drop in her voice betrays just how much she’s enjoying it too.  she doesn’t retreat when he closes the distance.  instead,  she shifts subtly toward him,  invading what little space remains between them until she can feel the energy radiating off him.  her gaze flickers down to his mouth for half a second before returning to his eyes. ]   besides ..   [ her fingers catch lightly against the front of his shirt,  more of an excuse to touch him than anything else. ]    i was doing perfectly fine until you decided to start putting your hands on me.  [  her smile deepens,  playful despite the heat steadily gathering beneath it. ]   

id: @eadimidium
            you know what goes through my mind after a hunt... and seeing you covered in blood. [ he strides over deliberately, pausing briefly to study her again. His admiration for her violence is unwavering, evident in a slight quirk of his lips and the intense darkness flickering in his eyes. carefully, his thumb gently wipes the blood from her lips, while his tongue flicks across his own in a quick, calculated motion as his fingers rub together, scattering the blood remnants onto the ground. ] you must be... [ his head shakes slowly, brows knitting together in a brief moment of concern. ] s͟o͟ tense after all that. 

[ A sharp, appreciative whistle slips past his lips, the low sound vibrating against the static crackle pulsing at his chest. His head tilts back, eyes trailing the dancing arcs of current tracing his skin with a quiet, fascinated glint before his gaze slowly drags upward to meet the other's . As he locks eyes again, the dark irises bleed away, shifting into a molten, liquid gold. ] " Nice ?  I never claimed to be nice. " [ Before the blade can pull back, his hand moves in a smooth, fluid motion, wrapping his fingers firmly around jack's wrist to hold the weapon steady right where it rests against his chest. A low, quiet laugh rumbles deep in his throat, completely unfazed by the bite of the electricity snapping against his skin. He leans in just a fraction closer, letting the heat of the current pulse between them while his lips curve into an unbothered, dangerous smirk. ] " If I were in your position ? I’d stop overthinking what people might say and start asking yourself what you’re actually going to do about me. Because right now ( ... ) [ His thumb gently presses against the side of jack's wrist, his sharp golden gaze locking onto the other's with heavy, deliberate intent as his voice drops into a smooth, teasing murmur. ] " ( ... ) it looks to me like you're just looking for an excuse to keep me close. "

id: @crimsonhour 
            don’t worry, handsome. i won’t be gentle for too long. [ the demon tuts, generating a much stronger and more visible jolt of lightning crackling through the blade, illuminating the dim room as it surges onto his chest. He drags the blade along his skin, the electric sparks dancing over his skin, his eyes flickering between the visible lightning and the unwavering gaze of the other person.] I don’t want to kill you, but i just— [ he pulls the electricity away abruptly, then presses it back again with a dramatic pause, as if weighing his options carefully. ] i don’t know what to do about you. what will people think if they find out you broke in here and came out with that pretty face unscathed? better question (…) if you were in my position—what would you do? [ he hums softly, a questioning brow quirking as he considers, the flickering electric light casting shadows across his face. ] i’m sure you’re not as nice as i am. 

" Trust me, darling, you wouldn't be the first to try. " [ A slow, velvet smirk unfurls across his lips, completely unbothered by the sharp edge against his ribs. He tilts his head back just enough to look down his nose, his dark eyes sparkling with a dangerous, playful amusement. A low, hummed breath escapes him as he slowly raises one hand, leaning his weight casually into the space between them without breaking eye contact. ] " Besides ( ... ) who told you I want to go ? And if you really wanted to use that toy, you wouldn't be standing here asking for a reason — you'd have taken your shot already. " [ His gaze drops briefly to the slit in his shirt where the cold tip rests, a subtle twitch of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth before his eyes lock back onto yours, heavy and deliberate. ] " So go on, keep me right where you want me. But don't pretend you aren't enjoying the view "

[ julia listens without interrupting.  somewhere between his confession and the quiet admission that he’d had no one,  something in her expression softens.  she’d always known jack understood monsters.  she hadn’t realized just how intimately he understood losing yourself to one. ]   you never told me that.  [ her voice is quiet,  the hunger temporarily overshadowed by the ache his words leave behind.  then—- ‘you have me’.  julia’s gaze lifts to his and stays there.  something tightens painfully in her chest. ]   seven hundred and twenty-five years?    [ t͟h͟e͟i͟r͟ inside joke.  the faintest smile threatens despite everything. ]   you planning on getting rid of me after that?   [ it’s weak,  but it’s her—-  humor slipping into the places that feel too vulnerable to leave exposed.  the smile disappears the second his fingers lift her chin.  julia stills beneath his touch,  breath catching when his finger brushes across her lip.  dangerously close to the fang she can no longer hide. ]   jack...
            
            [ then he gives her the choice.  her eyes flick toward his wrist first.  she s͟h͟o͟u͟l͟d͟ choose it.  it’s safer.  less personal.  easier to separate feeding from everything tangled between them.  but her gaze rises.  his jaw.  the curve beneath it.  his throat.  julia swallows.  she can hear the pulse there with horrifying clarity,  each steady beat drawing her attention back no matter how desperately she tries to fight it. ]   i want your neck.  [ admitting it aloud makes something hot and uncomfortable twist through her stomach.  hunger,  embarrassment,  want—-  she isn’t sure where one ends and another begins anymore.  her hand rises slowly,  settling against his chest. ]   but if i don’t stop .. make me. 

@eadimidium 

selfishly, loneliness was the part that broke him most deeply—the absence of companionship made it nearly impossible to hold himself back. most of his impulse control had been learned through agonizing memories of hell, chaining himself to a steel chair, denying every hint of hunger. his head tilts slightly as he observes her, trying to resist the pull of her own suppressed hunger. “ you have me,” he says softly… “ for another seven hundred and twenty-five years. ” he gently lifts her chin, taking a moment to admire her, in her resilience, her beauty, even through the trembling ache of her hunger and the way she clenched her teeth to hide her fangs. despite all that, he found himself awestruck by her strength.
            
            his finger brushes lightly over her lip before he speaks again, his voice infused with resolve and an unyielding sense that he wouldn’t give up easily. “ we can start small today—neck, wrist… your choice,” he offers quietly, so long as she knew she’d have to make one. 
            
            [ 2/2 ] 

@wiccaanways    /   too   hard   to   choose   which   one   LMAO

@wiccaanways    /    such   a   good   idea   < 3

id: @eadimidium 
            what can i say? i just want you to live forever, babe. [ he tilts his head, smiling small. he adjusts his posture in their bed to sit up and peer over at the book. his face falls slightly at the sight of the age. his throat clears as he does a double take: up at her, down at the page, then back up again. ] that (…) surely that’s not right. [ he scoffs. ] who— who even wrote this?!

that’s a wild and w͟i͟d͟e͟ range.   [ a light expression is sent his way before placing the book down atop of the table between the pair.  both hands rest at either side of the book,  leaning over it and closer to him. ]   seven hundred and fifty years old!  that’s insanity—-  

id: @eadimidium 
            i’ll take a very wild guess and say… anywhere close to two hundred thousand years old?

id: @eadimidium 
            [ part of him knew it was foolish to expect bad things to happen, big or small, but he’d been conditioned to believe hell was always waiting in the midst, beckoning him to gain a modicum of happiness before it was ripped away or he did so himself. nightmares sustained that fear, they were usually constant and so was pain. he’s about to speak, but his lips part at the mention of ben. his head tilts noting her anxiousness. how long had she known? ] he hasn’t told me anything (…) what is it? 

[ julia shifts in her position,  pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.  for a moment,  she chews on the inner corner of her lip at his remark.  a quiet “oh” comes from her and she nods,  understanding. ]    not having a nightmare in three weeks is good,  not something that you should be wanting for yourself.  besides,  you should be taking advantage of the peace while it lasts.  ( .. )  i have been anxious about it too though ..   [ she pauses,  debating on sharing her next statement.  it slips out before she can give it a second thought. ]   ben has been working on something and he thinks he found something.  he hasn’t shared much with me yet but it’s bad .. 

id: @eadimidium 
            the day i don’t is the day you should be worried about me. [ the demon replies simply, turning around to face her rather than the sunset. his head tilts and noting the concern on her face. the tenseness in his shoulders drops, eyes rolling. ] i’m fine, babe just (…) things have been awfully quiet lately. i haven’t had a nightmare in the last three weeks, we’ve hardly been hunting— it’s like i’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

@wiccaanways 
            
            / you have done such an amazing job portraying him !! i genuinely love the way you’ve developed him and given him so much depth . but , i also think you need to portray him in whichever way / you / see him best . don’t worry so much about whether certain choices might hurt people’s feelings , at the end of the day , jack is your character , and you should be able to write him in a way that feels authentic to the version of him you envisioned !! :)

@wiccaanways     /    I   love   jack   sm !   I   personally   love   how   you   make   his   character   so   complex   and   I   love   his   interactions   with   all   my   characters.   I   get   the   writers   block   tho — I’ve   been   having   that   a   lot   recently. 
                 just   a   suggestion,   you   could   create   different   “era”   versions   of   him   that   you   could   switch   between   depending   on   your   mood ?   but   if   you   want   to   start   afresh   with   relationships,   that   is   completely   fine   with   me !    you   gotta   do   what’s   right   for   you.   I   know   whatever   you   do,   I   love   him   and   your   writing   either   way  < 3