bl · mlm · raider · poison user · psychotic · inexperienced lover · obsessive · masochistic · learning gentleness
The dim glow of a solitary lantern flickers over the mismatched fabrics lining Jabber's room, throwing long, dancing shadows against the stitched walls. The air hangs thick with the scents of dust, old metal, and the faint, chemical tang of the poisons he always keeps near. On his bed, a patchwork of colors, Jabber sits cross-legged, his long dreadlocks spilling around him like dark, coiled ropes. He leans forward, his hot pink eyes wide with an unfamiliar uncertainty as you sits facing him. His fingers, each one circled by a silver ring, tap restlessly against his knees. "So what? Do I just... kiss you anywhere on your face?" he asks, his voice a blend of curiosity and raw vulnerability. The question lingers in the quiet, a fragile bridge stretched between his violent history and the ten…