he knows it was.    the feelings are always delayed,  but the  pain  still resonates the exact same minutes after;  anything she feels,  he eventually feels.    the seizures are no exception.    things are getting worse:  their time is growing closer to a cease,  they still haven’t gotten anywhere  close  to finding a cure for him  eating away  at her brain,  &  as the days grow,  so does johnny’s  impatience.    a rabid dog on a leash,  it’s only a matter of time before he slips it over his head  &  takes control of  their  narrative.    [his solution to their problem?    a nice  bullet  to the forehead—  he doesn’t want her body.    if she doesn’t pull the trigger,  he’ll inevitably do it.]

he walks into frame,  sitting down across from her on the couch.    feet kicked up,  head leaned back,  he cocks an eyebrow.    ❛  tell me something i don’t know.  had a raging  headache  after.  ❜    snark lives on the tip of his tongue,  his expression retreating to its usual stoic nature.    conscious to conscious—   he chooses to ask the question they’ve been avoiding.

❛  what are you going to do if we can’t figure this out?  ❜    living inside her mind doesn’t mean he can  read  it.    [she’s not  nearly  as predictable as him.]    he’s not a psychic,  nor is he a genie.    he can’t  magically  cure her  &  she knows it,  but maybe he can surely  guide  her in a useful direction.    (come on,  v.   trust me a little here.    let me off the leash for just a  minute.)    curiosity killed the cat,  but  thank fucking god  cats have nine lives.

❛  come on,  rogue can get a crew together  &  i know for a fact,  she’d come with.  we can hit arasaka head  fucking  on.    why do you keep waiting?    are you so depressed,  you’re just  waiting  to rot?    jesus fuckin’ christ,  v.  ❜

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“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “ from kaori

Settling dust prompts

“I see no honor in pointing my blade at a wounded enemy.” That was all.

He knew what she was capable of, having clashed in battle before. Skilled and ruthless, one of few who could match up to him in terms of speed. Talon’s assassin undoubtedly proved to be a formidable foe. And he would always welcome the challenge.

And so, with the adversary not in optimal shape when he found her, the cyborg’s weapons were yet to be drawn. Through the visor he observed her intently, contemplating his next action all while keeping his guard up. While he chose not to engage for the moment, who knows what she might have up her sleeves...

uncharted starters.

    jesper startles away with such a surprising vigour that he nearly bolts up far enough on the makeshift bed ( bed? he’s not sure if it’s a bed. ) to slam his head on the cupboard above. he manages to stop himself before then, instead bracing himself on his elbows. all saints, his side is aching something fierce, and jesper’s been shot enough times to know that it’s a definite bullet shot. the adrenaline had lasted its way as he stumbled to anja’s place, and he vaguely remembers trying to say something witty before his mind blanked and his body followed. 

    well, that’s a darling greeting and hello.

    he tries to push himself to a more proper sitting position, then immediately fails. his entire face is pinched in pain as he considers anja, the corner of her mouth drawn into a frown as if to chew on it. his eyes dart immediately to the door, his heart kicking up in his ribs as he considers the barrel and its nature. shit. if he had been followed...

    pain in your heart. it sounds so melodramatic, and the corners of his lips twitch up. it’s a little sad, nonetheless, and he kicks himself mentally for how much he’s brought down the mood. saints, she had looked happy before jesper brought it up. 

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: I’m partial to those we’ve plotted together and written with but you have so much fucking love for your muses it’s unreal.

How they play them: 🤌🏻 amazing

The Mun: literally like the definition of ‘ I’ll give you the shirt off my back ‘ will fight for you. loyal asf. and my best friend ily.

Do I:

RP with them: hell yeah

Want to RP with them: always 🖤

What is my;

Overall Opinion: well, the fact that we pretty much chat at least (1) time a day means a lot to me. you’re such a good friend to all your friends and even tho you write in some fandoms I’m just 👁 👄👁 about I still enjoy hearing about your muses. i love you even though we sometimes gently bully each other and your new url makes my dyslexia 🥴 but it’s still a good url x

random dialogue prompts.

    his gaze is sympathetic, first thing. it’s a bit of an odd expression on jesper out of all people, but his brows draw together, and he considers anja over the table. she’s staring at the table. looks sad, almost drawn into herself, and jesper clears his throat as he taps his ring against the side of his shot glass. 

    he’s gone from novyi zem to ketterdam. he would consider himself to be adaptable, but still the switch had been... jarring, especially when he found himself at the end of the week with a handful of cards and a bruised ribcage. quite the welcome to ketterdam. then there’s anja. from fjerda, grisha, and... well, that’s just a lot to tackle at once.

    “ i’m great company, so you picked well, ” is what jesper finally settles on. he slides the shot glass he had ordered for her over, pointing to it with a lift of his chin. when he nudges her, it’s with an affectionate light knock of the shoulders. “ serious. ketterdam’s a lot, so... i’m glad you’re here instead of out there. ” he means the barge, mostly, but the idea of anja wandering the streets alone... unsettling for anyone, really.