‍𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒆͟𝒔͟𝒐𝒏.

Jameson wonders why he never steps inside. After diminishing enough distance and getting a good look at the raven-haired, the prey frowns deeply as his face goes pale. “@caennibal … you have blood all over you!”

Out of nowhere, then, as though a startled deer, he instinctually snapped and turned his head towards the door and finds Jesse there, standing at the doorway. His face and figure darkened by the flash of thunder behind him. Ignoring such instinct to come up to him,

@caennibal.

@caennibal “That wasn’t the end!” He looks somewhat dumb when he’s eager and all smiley like this. “You wouldn’t believe this ... but the requirement was only that I have healthy organs! I told ’em I do, then they tell me to just come and I’ll be paid, ain’t that crazy?!?!”

@savormewhole Jesse knows that he wouldn’t get a clear answer easily from him. He sits comfortably on the wooden table. “Jameson,” he pauses, his face seems unreadable, “That doesn’t elaborate anything.”

Aprroaches @caennibal in a hurry with gleaming disbelief in his eyes. “I got a job!”

Their voices are rapidly being swallowed by the night. It is the quietest walk he might ever have experienced, with the loudest noise inside his head.

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@caennibal Jameson plops down onto the couch like a good dog. He looks so damn eager and proud to tell. “So someone pulled me over earlier. Said, ‘oi youngun ya need money?’” He made up a voice. “Then he said, ‘ye don't look smart, so I got a real easy work for ya’!”

@savormewhole He gets up and pulls Jameson’s hand to sit on the chair next to his couch. “Elaborate.”

@caennibal “No, a job!” He looks in awe despite saying it himself. “They said I fulfill all the requirements!”

@savormewhole “....” that’s right, Jesse might have misheard that. “You got a jab?”

to him. It's not that @caennibal locks Jameson up, but when he's home, he usually spends most of his days hidden and 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, anyways. Jameson stands behind the taller one, anticipating the guests in front of their door.

We ball. Jameson—dolled up, yet still scrunkly compared to the insane seductress character he’s supposedly cosplaying, follows the raven-haired suit towards the door. Thinking of it; it’s true. This would be one of the very few occasions that Jesse publicly claims to be related

He adjusts his pants that are clearly too short, but he’s proud of em. Jesse told him it’d look good on him. “What am I dressed as, @caennibal? Horny Queen?”

closer to Jesse. “I’m ready…” Just when he’s almost near enough to graze @caennibal’s cheek with the tips of his lips, the bell of their house rings.

that could be offered to the world other than his organs and flesh to eat. His humanity had turned bygone the first time he woke up alive after being dead. Yet, Jesse puts a meaning to his twisted existence. “Kay,” he mutters lowly—sneakily tip-toeing so he could lean in

What insanity. After all, it’s the destiny of predator and prey children to forever fray at the edges of humanity and monstrosity, is it not, Jesse Sanders? “That it’s all just make up and paint...” @caennibal

predator so proudly showing off your blood as if a treasured hunt loot? He didn’t even know Jesse kept his blood as well during 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵. Right now, Jameson is shredded alive between the two summits. Blood rushes to his face and he bites his lower lip to hold back a smile.

“Woohoo, Happy Halloween!” 🍴 ✊🏻 He WILL be feasting.