It's stupid, is what it is. Reckless. Asking for a knife in the ribs (already kind of feels like one to Jasper). But that doesn't matter, Jasper keeps coming back, stuck in Bishop's gravity well like a star to a singularity; pieces of him keep getting pulled off, pulled away leaving him without another layer of fire and combustion, but he can't leave (doesn't want to leave?). It's so fucking stupid, but Jasper doesn't want to stop.
So he doesn't. He pushes into Bishop's hand as it pulls the pin free, chokes on his next inhale but doesn't fight it at all. He squirms for a moment until he manages to tip his head just so, blinks wetly up at Bishop and all but surrenders.
Stupid stupid stupid.
At the words Jasper hum, tries to turn as best he can in the hold Bishop has on him to pick up the fan of knives. They are sharp, perfect and new and Jasper adores them so fucking much. And he knows they will be more than sharp enough to get through the fine cotton of his shirt, which is what he implies as he twists them just so beneath the open collar of his shirt, pressing up until the fabric gives ever so slightly. He can't do it all himself, considering, and raises the handle to Bishop.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
momijizukamori![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2023-08-04 11:24 pm (UTC)So he doesn't. He pushes into Bishop's hand as it pulls the pin free, chokes on his next inhale but doesn't fight it at all. He squirms for a moment until he manages to tip his head just so, blinks wetly up at Bishop and all but surrenders.
Stupid stupid stupid.
At the words Jasper hum, tries to turn as best he can in the hold Bishop has on him to pick up the fan of knives. They are sharp, perfect and new and Jasper adores them so fucking much. And he knows they will be more than sharp enough to get through the fine cotton of his shirt, which is what he implies as he twists them just so beneath the open collar of his shirt, pressing up until the fabric gives ever so slightly. He can't do it all himself, considering, and raises the handle to Bishop.
Stupidstupidstupidstupid.