#inter:jasper

Assim que conseguiu deixar o local do evento, Damian decidiu que não iria para seu dormitório, resolveria qualquer problema com isso depois. Precisava falar com um de seus irmãos Tudo o que tinha acontecido no Festival do Salvador tinha sido um pouco demais. Ver o corpo de Wendy, a expressão horrorizada de muitos ali, o discurso irritante de David Charming e claro... A exposição de Eric e seu pai. Não que ele soubesse o que realmente acontecia entre eles, mas seria mentira se qualquer um de seus irmãos não tivessem percebido que tinha algo acontecendo. Eles não eram estúpidos e seu pai não era do tipo que escondia tudo, apenas o essencial. 

Não demorou para que ele reconhecesse a silhueta de Jasper assim que caminhou um pouco pelo navio dos Hook. Até ficaria surpreso, se algo já não o dissesse que era exatamente ela quem ele encontraria ali. — Imaginei que encontraria você por aqui  — disse assim que se aproximou. — A academia está uma merda, não acho que conseguiria ficar por lá hoje. Já temos alguma notícia do papai? 

Open to: @oftragxdy​

They’d shown up high. 

They’d had a few drinks.

And now some sort of insane show was happening and Kia couldn’t concentrate worth a damn. He was slumped against Jasper’s side. His left wing wrapped around his lover loosely as they play went on and on. It seemed to drag out and then speed up really fast and for no reason at all. His head kept swimming back to Jasper and how distractingly pretty he was. Especially in the low light of the evening. The shadows of the crowd cast such nice shadows across his face. 

Someone died?

It wasn’t normal for Kane to sleep in but he’d found himself more at home in Quentin’s apartment than anywhere else. Besides that, they weren’t exactly going to sleep early these days. He hadn’t meant to sleep so long that he missed Quentin getting up and ready for work before heading down. In fact, when Kane did wake up it was only because the sun started to hit his eyes and face. Streaming in through the curtains. He’d been a bit confused when he found Quen gone but less so upon learning it was near noon. 

Rolling out of bed, the wolf made a pot of coffee, brushed his teeth, showered and dressed before heading down to the Bloom with an extra cup for Quen. He hadn’t expected to find anyone else but his Fae working behind the front desk but when his eyes landed on a pale, red head, Kane realized that was a stupid assumption to make. His eyes narrowed for a moment as he looked the other over. Quentin had told him he only had one other employee. Jasper. The man who belittled, and degraded Quen. Gave him drugs and then vanished. 

“Quentin ‘round?” Kane asked making himself known to this stranger he already had a distaste for. He placed the coffee cups on the front desk away from the other man. “Mus’ be Jasper, right?” He asked knowing he had to be sure that this was the guy. That he wasn’t about to attack the wrong person. The last thing Kane needed was to lash out at some poor guy that Quentin had just hired or something. Even though he held back his anger for the time being he could feel it bubbling just under his skin. A heat. Burning and twisting had started to form as he thought about Quen wondering around the streets at night while high. Fucker was gonna regret that. Kane would be damn sure of it.

The night was going surprisingly well. Kia had managed to get a hold of Jasper. Pre-gamed with some pixie at the house and now found themselves at a club who’s name had slipped his mind. Drinking. Dancing. Fucking around. This was what Kia enjoyed doing the most. Just being surrounded by drunk morons that just wanted to have good time and not think for a while. That was the joy of these places. Better yet, he had some red headed eye candy to tug on to the dance floor every time a good beat dropped. 

He sat down hard at one of the few open tables in the place. The pulsing music in the other room rattled the floor as Kia shook some salt on to the side of his hand. His backwards cap sat a bit funny on his head and his white shirt was pushed up in a weird way from how he had been dancing on Jasper. In his right hand he held a small shot glass and in the other a whisky sour that he had been sipping on while they took a break. “Ready?” He asked, blue eyes looking up at Jasper. 

“One, two, three.” He licked his hand quickly and then threw back the shot down his throat. Swallowing, Malakiah groaned at the after taste. It wasn’t horrible but it was hardly his first shot of the night. Blinking a few times, he shook his head and smiled across the small table at Jasper. “Jesus, that’ll wake ya’ up in the morning.” He laughed more to himself than to Jasper. God this night was gonna go down in the books as a good one. Come hell or high water. 

Music. It was one of few things that Malakiah constantly had playing in his home. Regardless of whether he was home alone or hanging out with people. Something was always blasting over his speakers. Currently Rebel, Rebel by David Bowie was the soundtrack ringing in his home. Which was suiting because he had been spending the evening with Jack. They’d already downed a few drinks and enjoyed more than one Pixie cupcake that Kia had thrown together. He was making them some food when the idea of inviting Jasper over to join them popped into his head. The red head had enjoyed his cooking before and the cupcakes were actually for him. He had promised to make them after all. 

After sending a quick text off to Jasper, Kia put his phone down and went back to cooking. “Hey!” He yelled over the music. “Jasper is swinging by. You know him yet?” Kia asked as he moved around the grilled cheese in the pan. Yeah, it wasn’t the most spectacular meal but he had the muchies that only butter, bread, and cheese could cure. “Pretty sure you two will get alone like a house on fire. Plus he’s hot as fuck. Super easy to look at.” He added with a lopsided smile.

Stepping away from the stove, Malakiah pulled up his joggers a bit and leaned back. His wings stretched out as he looked at Jack. “Bring me the brandie would ya?” Kia asked pointing to the coffee table in his living room. He hadn’t bothered putting on a shirt as he hated to wear one in his own home. It’s not like Jack and Jasper hadn’t seen him naked before. Why be uncomfortable when he could just relax and enjoy the night with two of his favorite people. 

Kia: Don't really know how to start this.

Kia: I'm sorry for yesterday.

Kia: Get your pretty ass over to mine.

"Ya' don't know a damn thin'bout me and Quentin's relationship." Kane snarled, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Jasper. "How the fuck could you? Ain't like you give a shit. Jus' upset ya' ain't gotta hold on him anymore. Get outta my goddamn shop. Come here again an' I'll get ya' outta here myself."