STOUT TOUJOURS

And here's the whole Slumbering Year minicomic! Now to try and give this some context:

There may be a bunch of werewolves roaming the streets of Chicago atm but dw the coterie has it under control

Since Jay’s last patron broke him down by reminding him how ordinary and expendable he is, he let himself be seduced by an entity nicknamed the Seed of Chaos who broke his pact to sign a new one.

He’s able to show off the weirdass tattoo-like mark on his hand (so much better than the occult burns he’s been carrying for years) and doesn’t know yet that it mayyyyyyyy expand and consume him in the long run.

He is made of the shy glances shared on the same pillow after having sex with someone you don’t even know the name of, of the last sticky drops of alcohol at the very bottom of your glass and of the butterflies in your stomach when you finally decide to talk to your crush at the train station. He holds your wrist steady to sharpen the eye-liner on your lid, offers his shoulder to mourn a desperate passion and the feathers on his wings to tear off when you can’t directly hurt who dared to reject you, as you’d do with a daisy. He is beautiful - way too beautiful - and always who you need him to be.

He caresses heart and skin with a so abnormally long tongue covered in teeth and fangs. He drinks bitter poison at the source and spits back delicate french perfume. His arms are always open to lust or die into. He appears glued to your sweating body on a dancefloor, in place of the male protagonist in the romcom you’ve already seen a hundred times, on the seat next to you in tonight’s last bus offering you a tissue, in front of the grocery store handing a sandwich to the homeless while reading their little sign aloud.

He is a Creature of Passion and has known them all : love, hatred, hunger, oblivion, fury, adoration, envy, shame, power, terror. He dances naked on the pole showered in dollar bills as he dances in the dirty gas station bathroom far along the highway. He is always ready to listen, have a drink, kiss, fuck, punish, and dig his talons far into your flesh to lick the wounds afterwards.

Jay is getting closer and closer to godhood every session. He first needs to learn how to make the fucking hungry maw in his palm go away.