jayden
he/him
28
december 25
ballonlea, galar
bisexual
wyndon ceo
admin
we'll never get free, lamb to the slaughter
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BURY ME LOW
POSTED ON Aug 4, 2023 18:49:27 GMT
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[attr="class","main"] it is coming for him. [break][break] he knows it the second that he walks into the door, knows it the second that his eyes lay on the intimidating figure that is declan walsh. jayden has been here too many times before, whether it is at the hands of mentors like THEO BECKETT, or the hands of his own father. [break][break] he understands that it is for him, not because of him. this is for his own good. this is what he is owed. this is, in so many ways, his comeuppance. [break][break] it is a product of being a rocket, of being his father's son, of the fate that he once spoke about with Elisabeth Fiorelli, of what it means to bleed purple instead of red. [break][break] and yet, it does not hurt any less when it arrives. [break][break] the shadows leap out from declan's hand, commanded forth by his very own phantoms. darkrai's claws sink unforgiving into his skin as swift as a noivern's wing, slashing down and sending the rocket admin crumpling to the floor. a soundless scream escapes him as he curls in on himself, the agony that surges through him like that of an exploding star. [break][break] flashes of blood-red eyes, of a sinister smile, of sharp-edged teeth breaking skin. his father, his mother, his brother. the sight of Cillian Quinn coming upon him in a rocket corridor, eyes tight with concern. the sight of THEO BECKETT towering over him, telling him he deserved to die. [break][break] 'you've forced me back into menial work.'[break][break] you did this.[break][break] how could you?[break][break] you've disappointed me mischa. i expected better.[break][break] i'm doing this for you. for your sake.[break][break] the shadows loop and soar around him, searing fire-hot into his skin. his screams are no longer silent, even as muffled as they are, as the argument of Ashley Shepard echoes above him. wincing, his gaze catches that of his friend. his ex-best-friend. his traitor. his achilles heel. [break][break] foolish.[break][break] declan walsh was right. ashley had learned nothing, and neither did he. [break][break] when the hooks leave his skin, there isn't any blood. no, the rocket boss was too clever, too smooth, too experienced for that sort of thing. but when he looks up, there is still pain and still agony and still light-devouring anguish that rings in his lavender gaze. [break][break] eventually, jayden uncrumples from his position on the floor, gripping his cauterized arm. shadows still leak around his hand, slithering around like snakes. but when declan walsh gives his permission to leave does his voice warble forth in the quiet of the room. [break][break] "i'm sorry sir." [break][break] you were right. it was my fault. never again. [break][break] "shepard."[break][break] his voice turns steely - that of an admin to his elite. [break][break] "take me to the infirmary." 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