jawn geburt

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Write in my ask how you’d describe me to somebody who’s never met me

This could go incredibly bad

-Letting go of Jawn, he pulls back some before sighing- Aye.

*jawn pulls himself the rest of the way away from this weird Regina. he rubs his throat, certain that he’s going to have at least some bruises! he watches the man warily.*

Alright. Until I find my crew you’re going to be my first mate. Aye?

*jawn shakes his head.* i'm not gonna be your first anything. i want to go home.

*he pulls jawns head down and gently kisses away the tears that have escaped him.* dont cry~ i can make it all very easy for you~do you want me to

*jawn starts when he’s touched, and his sobs increase as he feels the other man’s lips on his cheeks.* no… *his voice wavers when he goes to reply* no, i don’t…

you suuuure~

*jawn shakes his head.* i don't.

*jawn gasps in a couple deep breaths.* lemme go, *he pants.* please. i don’t know what you want.

-Dick doesnt answer. Instead, he’s looking for gills or some hit this is the same fish he knows- Hm. You’re not it.

*jawn shakes his head.* no, no…. i’m not it! you’re right. i’m not!

-Letting go of Jawn, he pulls back some before sighing- Aye.

*jawn pulls himself the rest of the way away from this weird Regina. he rubs his throat, certain that he's going to have at least some bruises! he watches the man warily.*

*his face crumples and he closes his eyes. there’s not really a lot he can do at this point - he doesn’t even have enough will to turn his face away.*

*he pulls jawns head down and gently kisses away the tears that have escaped him.* dont cry~ i can make it all very easy for you~do you want me to

*jawn starts when he's touched, and his sobs increase as he feels the other man's lips on his cheeks.* no... *his voice wavers when he goes to reply* no, i don't...

*jawn turns his head slightly, the only part of him he can move with minimal pain. he hides his face in his arm a little, to try and keep his tears at bay, and any ones that happen to escape from view.*

*dabe grabs jawns head and turns it towards him. he grins, knowing that the other is crying.* ohhhh dont cry~ youre a big softie arent you~

*his face crumples and he closes his eyes. there's not really a lot he can do at this point - he doesn't even have enough will to turn his face away.*

shut up! *jawn screams and pushes him hard.* stop talking! we are not brothers! you need to leave me alone.

*This time when he’s shoved, Jakke trips over his feet and falls backwards onto the ground. He’s mildly stunned before he sits up, not looking J in the face at all. He breathes in as if he is going to speak but slowly lets the air out of his lungs instead, not giving the other an answer*

*jawn looks at the man on the ground, heart sinking. no! he reminds himself. no. he must be strong. no pity.* we're not brothers. you don't even like me, *he reminds the man on the ground.* he looks at him a little longer before he turns his back and starts to walk away.

*jawn shoves him again.* how do you know what i’m like?! you don’t know me, you sinner! keep away!

*Again, Jakke stumbles back and it feels like everything is slowly crashing around him. He /knows/ that the person in front of him was his brother but somehow the other wasn’t aware of that fact at all and it /hurt./ He hurt and it was hard to keep his hands from trembling* B-because i am your twin…*His voice caught in his throat and he tries to swallow down the tears that he could feel bubbling up* Im sorry…

shut up! *jawn screams and pushes him hard.* stop talking! we are not brothers! you need to leave me alone.

*jawn turns his head slightly, the only part of him he can move with minimal pain. he hides his face in his arm a little, to try and keep his tears at bay, and any ones that happen to escape from view.*

*dabe laughs and clasps j on the back in a friendly manner.* fucking hilarious~ i like you you remind me of a friend i had

*jawn gives a slow, soft hiss of pain and a shudder runs through him.*

oh come on it wasnt that bad~

*jawn tries to curl up, make himself a little more safe. the movement, however, sends pain rippling through him again, and he cries out.*