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✰ INCEPTION.

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index finger comes to rest gently below jiwoon's chin, and aesop's brows lift slightly as he speaks. it is... refreshing, truly, to have someone else's input! someone who, unlike mr. jerry, seems to care about the work, the effort put into the process than the end goal. it all ends up the same, of course, but to have this new outlook on things, it leaves aesop considering new perspectives. is it a sin, if the person is willing while they're alive? will his careful, precise cuts leave jiwoon more beautiful than he'd been in life? he's certainly thought such things before; there have been other beautiful people who have arrived on his table, devoid of life and any spark of joy that this man seems to have, but ones that could benefit from... something greater. despite this spark, though, aesop knows the pretense of a false smile, but he says nothing and instead hums, contemplative. ❝ it is your call, yes. ❞ he says after a moment, and lowers his hand away from jiwoon's face.

a quiet―ㅤbut still incredibly rhythmic―ㅤhum, as if bouncing aesop's words back & forth in his mind. he gets it, really. everyone has their artistic process. he hates to give too much leeway to those who try to have control over what's his, & he can imagine any good artist has that same sort of stubborn pride with their work. it was rude of him to suggest otherwise, but it doesn't seem like it was taken too much to heart, so he plays along to the humorous tone, holding his hands up in an overly elaborate defensive gesture.ㅤ"alright, i get it! forgive me for asking, forgive me!"ㅤa snicker, that devolves into a series of high-pitched, rough cackles, & he almost shoots to cover his mouth with one of his hands closed into a fist once he realizes how many are slipping past his lips.

❝ absolutely unforgettable, ❞ aesop confirms, his hands gripping tighter to jiwoon's own. to be met with such enthusiasm... it's new! exciting! most don't come to him with such questions, they only come to him for the finality of things. and, of course, he is a compassionate man, and he does his job with careful, precise hands. but to be asked! oh, he feels how those men in silent films surely do! to be recognized, acknowledged for his talents, it is something that aesop carl has yearned for since mr. jerry first placed a tool in his hand. ❝ i set out to make certain that everyone who comes to me leaves this life with grace. you will be no different in that treatment, but you're quite dazzling already. my work will be cut out for me, thanks to that. ❞

for a moment, he only stares down at their joined hands. it's been a long time since he's felt so ...ㅤunbotheredㅤ... with being suddenly grabbed in such a way. usually, such things were simply allowed, with a knowing glint in his brown eyes that if he got his way, they'd be a body restrained by their arms to the pipes of an abandoned building when he's done with them. he's forgotten what it's like to have a genuinely interested & appreciative display of physical contact ...ㅤsomething that spoke to hak jiwoon,ㅤrather than to the trickster.

hey omg [twirling hair] how would you make up my corpse when i died haha