#betterdeadthanalive

Fingertips run across the designs of the golden gift. Emerald green eyes look silently over every detail until he flips it open, listening to the composed tune playing. For a moment he is melancholy to recieve the gift. He naturally attaches something of this magnitude to his past that chained and bound him. However, when gloved touch runs across the engraved rose, he realizes that this is not a token meant for him in malice. He bears the prince in blue with a look of gratitude and appreciation, smiling faintly and thanking him in a soft tone for this gift. Likewise, he apologizes for his lack of a returned gesture. The Vessalius mentions that he will make it up to Tettere, intends to see that through.

With a lightly exhaled breath, Jack tucks his newly presented pocket watch carefully into his coat, using now free hands to playfully pinch at the younger blond's cheeks prior to squishing them together. He laughs at such a silly expression forced onto the regal's features. It's endearing regardless, and the curl of his lips is a genuine one, as is the sincerity in the tone in his voice.

{ you gave clear and aoba the same sweater which was really good bc couple matchies }

"Alas, if only that feat were possible in this city…"

OUJI SAN jhfssd and booty ah yes I like this kid already ]

Being unable to lie, to someone like Jack Vessalius, was a living nightmare. 

Not to say that his current life, day to day, was not a nightmare. He was trapped in his own personal hell as it was. He would spend his days trying to find ways to pass the time, to talk to anyone he could, to fill the time so he would simply not be left alone with his thoughts. At night however, the previous comfort of sharing a bed with Tettere was no longer attainable to him. So he would have no choice but to lay awake.

He would spend that time thinking. It was unfortunate.

For all that Jack Vessalius ever thought about was the past.

He wondered if this too, was punishment. For who he was, or rather...for what he was. Jack supposed he deserved it. He didn't particularly care enough to feel bad about what he had done, or more accurately to say, he didn't feel. He tried not to. He couldn't allow himself to feel anything else anymore. Ah, but in a challenge such as this...he felt...scared. Nervous, perhaps?

❝It's impossible.❞

He said this, though he was just abiding by the challenge really. He was being honest. Hiding away in his apartment bedroom, arms folded across his chest as he rather listlessly glanced outside. On any other day, he would be out there about, talking and being around others -- but all he could do today was hide. Hide out of fear that he would encounter someone and they would ask him questions that he had to answer honestly.

Of course, he didn't seem to realize that there was someone close by that would do just what he feared. Perhaps he did, deep down inside and just didn't want to think of it. Another sigh parted his lips and he tensed up, muttering under his breath.

❝It's really impossible.❞

WELL YES HE IS A DOG BUT HE CAN ALSO BE A HUMAN there`s more on aoba`s sidebar i justrealizedi`mstilltettererightnow

CUTIE PIE (JADE SHOULD DANCE WITH REN Y/Y)