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    Without the artificial flame of a lighter, the head of the cigarette in Jin's mouth came alive, a flame slowly burning the tobacco and turning it into ash and smoke. He knew many wouldn't have called that an advantage of his so utterly destructive powers, but with a magic that knew only hurt and pain and death, it seemed good enough an advantage for Jin, that he didn't need a lighter to light his cigarettes. There was also a lot to be debated about smoking in general, of course, but Jin was half convinced, that smoke in any form couldn't harm him anyway; and even if that wasn't true, he couldn't have cared less how much earlier he'd die because he needed the cigs to ease his urges. Not that anyone had stayed with him long enough to sincerely worry about how they would, in fact, kill him in the end. But, perhaps, the fact that he didn't smoke around Rachel because he felt like he shouldn't be a bad example, should've spoken volumes.

    It'd gotten worse during the last weeks. The voice inside his head – though, not actually a voice, and more just a kind of itch in his veins; he'd have wished it was a voice, maybe there would've been a cure then – demanding death. People here in the city, and in the Wastes, and down in Ark City too – they were dead because of him. Random encounters. Bar fights ending way more serious than anticipated. A handful of cops he didn't even know the name of. Each and every single one of them dead. And it wasn't that Jin didn't at least somewhat feel regret and guilt for these murders, but he couldn't stop. This kind of thing became way too addicting way too fast, and the craving sat loud and demanding in his veins, entirely ignoring whether or not Jin wanted to commit these acts of violence. Which, up until now, he was still certain, that he himself, at his very core, didn't want anything to with this kind of violence, he didn't want to harm anyone unless they hurt him first, and he didn't want to become exactly what his mother had told him he was.

    Not something he wanted to burden Ambrose with, and not because he thought the man couldn't handle it. He didn't want this connection between them to end because of this. This thing that he couldn't fully explain and was constantly trying to deny the existence of, because, hell, he couldn't just accept this murderous urge, could he now? Though it wouldn't have been hard either. But somehow he couldn't, because it'd have meant stopping to try and change. To prevent.

    Rather something because of which he needed Ambrose, because those hours with him always made it rather easy to forget and distract himself from all the dark things in his life. Maybe that was why an almost relieved smile slightly lit up his face when he saw his lover turn a corner, not far from where he stood, and head up to the hotel. Holding the cigarette between ring and middle finger, Jin watched Ambrose come closer, his gaze stuck on the other, utterly distracted. "You...look very attractive tonight," he mumbled, his cigarette burning away between his fingers.
     
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    Jin's contact had been far from an expectation. Not that they had decided to stop chatting after that fateful night out in the woods. Ambrose didn't think that either of them believed in things like fate, but they did both think that they had been able to quite smoothly turn an accident into a convenience. And maybe, just maybe, the witch was itching to learn more about all of that mystery surrounding Jin. Despite everything, they never had gotten around to talking about him. But then, Ambrose hadn't had much of a chance to talk about himself either. Really, they had become each other's mysteries and because of that, each other's addictions.

    A brow arched as he spotted Jin ahead of him, he couldn't help the faint smirk at the corners of his lips at the compliment. "Well, that's a relief. You didn't give me much time to pull myself together," Ambrose pointed it before nodding to the cigarette he was holding loosely between his fingers there. "I've heard it's proper etiquette to let you know that stuff will kill you. But I'm sure you've been told that before." He wasn't judging him, of course. They'd all had their little habits and it wasn't as though living for seventy-five years in the walls of the Spellman Mortuary with an aunt who smoked regularly hadn't tempted him before.
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    "Ah, sumimasen, I did not really...have time to–" He tried finding any words, tried to turn this into some kind of proper apology for having asked Ambrose to come here at this hour without much prior preparation, to not give him a lot of time to get dressed and ready for this – but he couldn't put even that together, while holding his lover's gaze. And not just because Ambrose looked breathtaking, but also because he didn't know how to even word what had caused all this uneasiness and this urge to meet up with one of these people who were so easy to distract himself with. Thought it'd have been a lie to say there were a lot of those. Just like back home, Jin was slipping into these fleeting connections, never to be seen again after a handful of nights. Ambrose was still there, though, and Jin appreciated his gentle yet confident stubbornness when it came to contacting him, to not letting him push him away unless there was a very good reason to do so – which had not happened so far.

    Just as distractedly, did Jin's gaze skip to his cigarette when it was mentioned, taking a last drag before grinding it into ashes underneath his boot. "We all have to die of something, no?" he mumbled, exhaling smoke as he stepped up to his company and, hand slipping into Ambrose's neck, interlaced their lips in a greeting, supposed to be fleeting kiss.

    But he couldn't shake this almost despair with which he tugged him closer, leaning against that building's wall again, if only for a minute, and just run his fingers through fabric and hair, but ultimately coming to a standstill not because he wasn't dying to get this started, but because he suddenly really just wanted to take this slow, to make out for a few minutes like 16 years old teens behind some school's gymnasium – not something he'd done before, never having been one to make friends, especially not at this stage of his life. To just pretend for a few minutes that he didn't have a problem and that he wasn't planning on ending this tonight so he could run away – again – with Rachel, before those police officers realized it was him who'd killed all those people around here, who'd been named Petrifier, because supervillain names always were so original, weren't they. He sure wanted to keep in contact with Ambrose, but he'd realized he probably really shouldn't, if only to not put him at risk of getting roped into this as well. Maybe that wasn't fair, and maybe it was even selfish, but Jin would've rather taken being called that, than being called a monster by one of these only people who meant something to him.
     
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    Brows perking up, Ambrose watched Jin, an upward tug of amusement at the corners of his lips as he waited and waited for the younger to finish that thought of his, a thought he didn't appear to want to finish. Would he apologize? Maybe Ambrose hadn't made his sarcasm or his amusement very clear, but then, they hadn't known each other very long in the grand scheme of things. Suffice to say, they knew each other's bodies better than they knew much of anything else. Perhaps one day Jin would witness an Ambrose who held himself more stiffly, more seriously, but that was a rare sight indeed. He was very much the sort to take everything in stride. Not that things didn't get under his skin, of course.

    "It'll all come off anyway," he pointed out when silence seemed to have stretched between them, whatever apology Jin had been looking for lost to the wind.

    Watching idly as Jin dropped that cigarette and crushed it beneath his boot, Ambrose's smile widened a bit and he huffed out a laugh, but before he could get words in, Jin was closing the distance between them, slipping an arm around his neck as their lips met in a fleeting kiss. Or he thought it might be, but the other only tugged him closer. Ambrose let him, only stopping when Jin had backed himself right into the wall. "Funny," he murmured, pulling away for a split second. "I always understood the general goal of life as to delay the inevitable."

    A hand was at the side of Jin's face, thumb trailing over his cheekbone, but he didn't move in for another kiss. "Are you going to tell me what this is all about? I already know this is for something other than a good time. Not that I mind, of course."
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    And that would've been it, then. Two lost souls, aching for friction, aching for the fire, slinking into this hotel and into some room, locking doors and shedding clothes. It'd have been a night like many they'd shared before - though that hadn't been many, really - and it likely would've been their last for a while to come. Jin would've dragged it out for as long as humanly possible, and then, only then, would he have mentioned how final this all was to him, and how sorry he was for it.

    It didn't come to that.

    Ambrose's amused comment had Jin trying and pulling him closer another time; he wanted to ignore any oh-so-small mention of his own death, and any thoughts that'd come with it. How afraid he was of dying, no matter how much he expected it to meet him soon. Awaiting and yet hoping against hope that he'd be able to hide from it as long as he could. Humans and their inner paradoxes. Jin wielded death like others wielded swords, and yet, he was far from thinking it would never turn against him. But hey, maybe he would be spared, who knew - certainly not Jin himself. He was caged in a chaotic storm of harmful thoughts, still fighting to keep control of his own actions if nothing else. Maybe death would've been some kind of relief for him - and on the other hand nothing was further away from his truth than that. Jin didn't feel like he was depressed and in danger of causing harm to himself; there was no urge rippling through his blood that called for violence directed inwards, for destruction of not others, but his own body. He wouldn't have planned running away with Rachel, and subsequently becoming her guardian for as long as they'd travel, if he had decided to, or was in danger of, ending his own life, right? No, running away would solve this mess for now, give him time to think up a solution other than living undercover, which wouldn't work forever, and he knew that.

    But it didn't come to that, because his lover clearly wasn't easily deceived.

    Jin froze in Ambrose's embrace, jaw going tense as his gaze skipped away. Of course he wasn't going to deny that just meeting with Ambrose had been the goal of this evening - as he tried to convince himself that a lie would do him better, like it had done so often, Jin felt himself unable to push it past his lips; yet simply telling him what was going on and ruining his own plan of spending this last night with his lover and then leaving? No, the mage couldn't do that. Not with Ambrose. "No. No, I can not do that." It was a quite answer, tense and almost-but-not-quite pleading. He kept that despair buried deep inside his chest - at least he hoped it would stay there. That he could keep it as buried as his fingertips in Ambrose's jacket. Gaze kept on his own fingers, on the ink scattered on them, instead of the face that was so close; on the man that was barely smaller than him, but smaller enough that it made a difference.
     
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    He wasn't looking at him anymore. That was the first thing that Ambrose noticed, and Ambrose noticed quite a lot of things. He was observant. He saw every movement, every change in expression, every little flinch. He liked to watch people, he liked to see what made them tick, though he couldn't say he was particularly enjoying it in that very moment. Something was wrong. Something was on Jin's mind and as the seconds ticked on, it became more and more clear to him that he didn't intend to tell him. And those words of his only confirmed that.

    Ambrose wasn't upset. It wasn't his business in the grand scheme of things, but even then, he would have liked a bit more trust in what they had. "I won't make you," he assured him, gaze dipping to follow his toward his ink-scattered fingers before looking back. "You're not just a fuck to me, Jin." And that said something. Sometimes they were. Sometimes he just needed to blow off steam and if the person's attitude wasn't exactly fantastic, that was something he could live with for a night. Jin, though, he considered a friend. Friends with benefits, he supposed was the term, something he had never had before now given his house arrest and all. It wasn't a situation that lent itself well to that sort of a relationship. "And I am an extraordinarily good listener. Ask anybody."

    He leaned in then, pressing his lips against his skin, trailing carefully dusted kisses down the side of his throat. "Or ..." Each was methodical, and Ambrose took his time as he so classically did with Jin. "We could take care of some business first." His hands slid along the other's waist, exploring every curve and angle that had been sorely missed since the last time. "And maybe then you'll be a bit more eager for a chat."
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    Not that he'd expected for Ambrose to push, but, in a way, yes, in a way he had. Because everyone else always did, when he started to become too difficult to handle. When whatever they'd shared didn't seem to matter that much anymore, when it didn't come with unveiled secrets in tragically beautiful moments like this one could've been. Because they always wanted to know everything. They felt entitled to something Jin himself could barely carry, but carry it he would, even if it killed him. He valued what he could control, and he'd hang on to it with bleeding fingernails and bared fangs if that was what it took to keep that control in his own hands. Rachel was special in that regard, because he'd wanted to tell her. She was so similar to him, and he couldn't help but see in her the sister he's always wanted but hadn't gotten in Nori, his actual sister.

    He liked to believe Ambrose was special too, and yet when the moment came where he non-verbally asked for him to let it go, just this once, just for now, Jin was scared and expecting the other to turn out to be like all the others before him. And that had nothing to do with Ambrose personally. It was not a result of his actions; it was the result of the treatment others had given him, others before him.

    You're not just a fuck to me, Jin.
    When that didn't come, when Ambrose simply let it go, without Jin needing to ask again; when this particular sentence fell into the silence and uneasy warmth between them, the mage's gaze skipped up and into Ambrose's deeply brown eyes that were so similar to his own, just a shade or two lighter. And it lingered there in something like shock as he blinked a few times, waiting for the but. Just that that never came either.

    Instead there were lips and fingertips, and Jin couldn't help the staggered sigh as his eyes fell shut at the pleasant sensation. He let his hands wander onto Ambrose's back and pulled him even closer, or just tried to keep him there, with him. "Maybe," he gave, half a gasp, half a low chuckle, when those lips of Ambrose's graced his pulse point.

    A part of him wanted to give into this clear offer of pleasure - and why shouldn't he have? That was his plan, after all, wasn't it? Some other part, though, suddenly felt like if he could tell anyone about this, now, before they'd lose themselves in each other, then it was Ambrose. Right? But if he didn't give in now, he'd lose that chance with what he had to say, with what he wanted to tell his lover; with this seemingly so good plan that he was starting to question, slowly but surely.

    His hands reached for the sides of his company's head and pulled it upwards so he could meet the other's gaze. There was silence for a moment, and he let it settle first, to catch the other's full attention for even just a moment. Jin ran a thumb along Ambrose's lower lip, eyes following it, before they returned to his lover's. "Let us go inside."
     
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    He had never been one to push. Maybe if he knew the full situation, he would have. Maybe if he knew even a little bit, then he would have for the sake of Jin. But he was in the dark and it wasn't his place to expect to be anywhere else, really. Ambrose was there for support should Jin need it. He was there for support should anybody around him need it, but if they refused, then he had no place forcing the truth from them. Time would help. Maybe. Or maybe time wouldn't make any difference at all.

    Still, they could come here to do what they had come here to do and after that take it a step at a time. See what came next, if anything at all.

    Feeling Jin's hands at the sides of his head, Ambrose looked up to meet his gaze, a lopsided smile on his face as he felt that thumb brush along his lower lip. His eyes flicked down to that finger of his before flicking back up to his face again. "Before we get carried away," he said, finishing that thought for Jin. There was a second of hesitation before Ambrose finally stepped back, creating some distance between them, though a hand lingered at his sleeve so that he could gently tug him along after him as he disappeared through the doors of The Clockwork Lotus.

    Getting a room was no trouble at all. A couple of moments chatting with the hotel clerk, and it was very possible that Ambrose may have been flirting with her. He really had no self control at all. Before he knew it, though, there was a card key in his hand and they were stepping out of the elevator, pushing the door to their new space for the night open to step inside. Ambrose wasted no time at all. With the door closed, he stepped toward Jin with a sort of eagerness, a sort of hunger, wrapping his arms around his waist to pull him closer, pressing a kiss against his lips, all the while backing him closer and closer to the bed that short way across the room. He'd been given either of them time to glance around to see just what rooms at The Clockwork Lotus were like. There would be time for that eventually.
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    Jin stayed silent while Ambrose acquired the key card, just standing a bit behind him, on his four, so to say, his mind drifting and chaotically scrambling to come to a solution for this – his – problem, all at the same time. He caught the way the receptionist blushed a tad while talking to Ambrose, and honestly, he couldn't blame her. Neither could he blame his lover, in all fairness, because she was rather cute, Jin would admit as much. Besides. He wasn't possessive, not even in situations like this; especially not in situations like this. Something told him if he had been, Ambrose wouldn't have stayed long with him anyway. Because who wanted a fling, a friend with benefits, who got jealous at others? Nobody. Which, was quite practical, because he'd never been a jealous person to begin with — then again, he'd never actually held a relationship that would've justified jealousy.

    He didn't want to call this "easier". To just let Ambrose push him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed and his fingertips dug into his clothes to drag him down with him as he fell onto the mattress. But it was. Easier. By a lot. He didn't care what the room looked like — all Jin truly cared about, was how dizzy Ambrose made him; how fast he managed to undress the other and yet take his time to scatter as many kisses as humanly possible onto his skin. How Ambrose arched his back at the touches Jin applied onto sensitive spots. And, by the gods Jin didn't believe in, he shivered and trembled at his lover's sweet moans and those less so innocent pleas at some point later in the night. Jin took and took – though he gave in equal, he felt more desperate tonight, greedier. He didn't want this to end, but since it was so utterly clear that it would, he made every breath and bite and motion count. Didn't want to regret not having taken as much as he could've, not having given as much as Ambrose deserved.

    Their breaths came heavily by the end of it. Jin pressed a few exhausted but careful kisses onto his lover's neck, wandering upwards, onto his cheek and eventually his trembling lips; his own he'd bitten so hard, they were chaffed and slightly bloody by now, but the pain was minimal compared to every other sensation drowning him so willingly. Eyes fluttered shut and even after their kiss broke again, lazily slipping apart, the mage leaned his forehead against Ambrose's, eyes remaining closed and breath echoing against his company's lips.

    For a moment, he only focused on feeling everything there was, most importantly the warmth crawling through his veins, his magic circling in the most harmless way. He knew his arms were about to give out underneath him, but being so intimately close, not just sexually but also emotionally, wasn't something he wanted to dismiss so easily, to interrupt and drag to a cold and early end. Especially not now, especially not when it would be the last time he'd experience it in the near future.

    A raspy chuckle escaped him then as a thought came to his mind and no filter still worked to hold it back from simply slipping onto and over his tongue. "You make me weak," he breathed out, and it didn't sound like an insult at all, perhaps, because it was true on so much more layers than just the physical one .
     
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    Somehow, tonight was different. Somehow, tonight felt more desperate than the first time out in the woods. They had both taken their sweet time then, but the moment Jin had tumbled onto that bed, their clothing was being shed layer by layer. That didn't mean, of course, that the pair didn't make it last. In some ways, it felt as though it might never end and in the heat of it all, with each bite and each gasp, Ambrose wouldn't have minded.

    All good things came to an end, though, and eventually they had both tired, coming still beside each other on top of the sheets, Ambrose still holding Jin close even as the other pressed their foreheads together. His voice brought a chuckle to the corners of his lips. "Some might consider that a bad thing," he murmured in response, his eyes blinking to a close as he took in the comfort of just laying there.

    "But you sounded like you were enjoying it." People were transparent when they weren't and Ambrose had always had a knack for reading people, which was just as well the reason he knew something was wrong. And yet, still, he wouldn't push Jin.
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    There was something about the afterglow that just always got to Jin. Deeply. There were no lies between lovers that had tired each other out and drawn out the ecstasy to its fullest. Where warmth and satisfaction settled, wrapped around them like blankets of pure safety, no negative thought could blossom to its fullest. At least that was what it felt like right now, Jin's arms loosely hugging the other, chest against chest and their faces so close but not desperately so anymore. He was safe here, and as long as he wouldn't rise from the bed, nothing bad could ever happen to him. Jin hoped, Ambrose felt similar. That this last time had been more than satisfactory. "With you, being weak is never a weakness," Jin mumbled against heated skin, not really caring about how important and meaningful this would've sounded had they both been clear-headed. But they weren't, and it didn't. At least not to him, though he meant it fully, in this slightly hazed afterglow state he was in. It made sense in his head.

    A soft chuckle ran through his chest. "How could you tell?" As if that hadn't been obvious. They both surely knew it was. "I was doing a bad job hiding it, huh?" Jin teased softly, lips brushing against the crook of Ambrose's neck and placing a tiny butterfly kiss on the patch of skin closest.
     
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    "You're far more transparent than you think you are, Jin," he pointed out harmlessly despite the fact that he was just as well considering how off he was, how desperate he was, and how final all of this somehow felt to Ambrose. Only he didn't know or understand why it felt that way. The witch could only hope Jin might decide to open up to him. If he didn't, that was his decision. Though he wouldn't lie and try to claim he wouldn't feel more than one touch of disappointment should they part ways tonight to never see each other again.
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    Jin went a bit quiet at that. Was he? Did Ambrose already know what he had planned? He doubted it, but it sat against the back of his skull quite uncomfortably. Like a painful reminder that it was right-out cruel to not mention anything at all. To pretend like this was a night as every other and their thing would continue as it had ever since that eventful night not that long ago.

    Jin hadn't really planned to say nothing, but some part in him pondered for too long and entirely selfishly, whether or not that wouldn't be the better idea. The less painful one on his part, but the far more cruel option for Ambrose, wouldn't it be?

    And Jin couldn't willingly make the other suffer that much. He wasn't a coward, he wouldn't run away, pretending everything was fine. He doubted he could've.

    The discomfort settled into his chest, poking his lungs as he gathered himself silently. Darkness was flooding the room, barely any moonlight reached for their skin. With a quiet sigh, Jin shuffled away a tad. Away enough to catch Ambrose's gaze comfortably, but still close enough to run his hand against the other's naked skin. "I will have to leave town soon," he started, quietly but not mumbled, finally allowing this inner conflict to fill the air between them, even as he swallowed the fear of Ambrose's potentially bad reaction to it all. "Some..things happened and staying would not be safe for me."
     
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    Silence lingered between them from there and somehow, that was exactly the reason Ambrose knew he was about to learn the truth of what was on Jin's mind. However a mystery the other may have been, this was something important, something that kept him so silent in his thoughts, something that needed to come out one way or another. And eventually it did just that, the words falling from his lips. There weren't what Ambrose had expected, but then, he wasn't sure he knew Jin well enough in the grand scheme of things even to know what to expect here.

    By then, Ambrose had hoisted himself up a bit onto his side, leaning his elbow against the mattress beneath him as he watched Jin carefully. He wasn't touching him now, he wasn't running his fingers along his skin, not because he didn't want to but because this was something else, this was something serious. Some things had happened. Whatever connections this may have had with recent news didn't come to Ambrose's mind. He wasn't from Pandopolis, he didn't spend the majority of his time here, and even then, he didn't know Jin. He didn't know him perhaps the way that he should have. This could have been a thousand different things.

    "For how long?" he asked him, but Ambrose thought he knew the answer already.
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    He'd expected, perhaps, for Ambrose to ask him just what had happened. It'd been a logical and sensible question for anybody else, and as much as Jin dreaded answering it, he felt like he owed the other as much as a truthful answer. After all, he'd slept with him quite a few times and they were more than just late night lovers; he regarded Ambrose as a friend in some way, insecure about whether or not the warlock thought the same. He had called him 'more than a fuck' after all, and Jin was sure that had to mean something. But perhaps he'd break that now, in a few minutes, when Ambrose would inevitably ask just what had happened. And he hated himself for that already.

    A pair of almost black eyes skipped upwards to meet Ambrose's. Partly in surprise. "I cannot say yet. But I do hope to return someday." Which was kept vague, he knew that; but what was he supposed to say? He didn't know how long it would truly take for that all to calm down and he didn't want to say some number he could in no way promise to keep.

    His slender fingers hesitantly reached for Ambrose's. Eyes focused on this sheer aesthetical beauty that were their skintones right next to each other, somewhat intertwined. "I do not wish to leave you, Muro, but I will have to. To avoid putting you in grave danger." The nickname had settled somewhen after Jin's tried a few times to pronounce the other's actual name correctly, which was a lot harder than it might've been for someone who had a different native tongue trying to wrap itself around English names. Of course he knew there was no u in 'Ambrose', but that type of syllable at least existed in Japanese, and for as long as he was still practicing to pronounce the whole name – and he was, actually – Jin felt a lot more secure with that kind of nickname to use instead. Because just combining English words he knew, didn't work as well, and right now, where he had to focus on saying what he actually wanted to say, and where his mind was a tad hazed and he had, again, forgotten that he could've just talked in his native tongue instead and Pandora would've translated it for the other, using a nickname just came easier to him.
     
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    Someday. That was admittedly more of an answer than he had expected. Who was Ambrose to try to talk him into staying when this was something he felt to be necessary? The fact that he thought he might someday return seemed like a good sign at the very least. It meant that there was still a change, a hope for it somewhere. A part of him was curious, likely just as curious as anybody was expected to be when presented with a situation like this one. The rest of him thought he could have lived with not knowing when it wasn't his business to know. Still, this was Ambrose and he needed to know things to share his own brand of wisdom.

    "Are you distancing yourself from Pandopolis or from your friends? Because if it's the former, I feel compelled to remind you that I, in fact, do not live here." There was a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips, lopsided as he turned his hand over in Jin's, thumb absently drifting along his skin. The expression had fallen away a moment later, though. "Jin, what has compelled all of this?"
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    There was a pause, confusion flickering alive in his eyes. "You...not? Where do you live then?" It changed the situation a great tad, in all honesty, even if not entirely. Jin was still a rather dangerous person to be around for people who didn't know. And even those who did, like Rachel, were in danger of getting associated with him, turned into accomplices and additional culprits in the crimes he wished he hadn't committed, as righteous as they had felt in the moment. As justified as their deaths had seemed to him. Not-even-that-deep down, the mage knew that it wasn't right and that any more death would only further the picture his mother had tried to paint of him; that old paint still stuck to him in some places, had near-merged with his skin by now, and to kill more people would only paint another, fresh layer onto his body, but this time it would be him who held that brush, and not his mother.

    The question of the why came eventually, Ambrose's soft smile slipping away and being replaced by an expression more rooted in worry and confusion if he were to place a guess. Why would you worry about me? he wanted to ask. Why can't you be more like everyone else? At least I'd know how to deal with that.

    But Ambrose wasn't like all the others, was he? Not only did he care, but also did there seem to be something deeper, something darker to flicker through his eyes at more times than Jin could count. Especially when there were no words spoken between them, when only their bodies talked and they read the other's emotions from the speed of their pulse and the sound of their breathing. And, in a way, that was, what pulled Jin in, what made Ambrose so utterly attractive to him, that he sometimes forgot how to breathe when their gazes locked. There was nothing romantic about that, Jin was certain about it - but it created this kind of emotional connection he'd been longing for, for seemingly forever.

    Not that he expected it to hold. Such things never did for him.

    He remembered how he'd been more than okay with telling the detective back home how he'd killed his mother and grandmother, how he didn't regret what he'd done, how it had felt like the right thing to do after everything they'd put him through. Yet, now, in the comfort of the shared bed and the darkness, the moonlight that illuminated them just enough, Jin just couldn't talk about it like that. Because Ambrose mattered to him, unlike the detective. Unlike his sister had.

    "I... I hurt someone," he whispered with somewhat of a volume, gaze skipping away, and the fingertips wrapped around Ambrose's hand tensing, squeezing it a tad. His jaw tensed just as much. "They are looking for me, I believe."
     
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    "Oh, I'm here and there. I get around," he murmured, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. Technically, he supposed he lived up at Schola Praeditos high in the sky over the Crystal Vales, but that was more habit than it was anything else. It was where he had started his very strange journey in Pandora and he had found a certain sort of trust and reliance in the guidance of Ozpin that he had stayed. He held more appreciation for the man than he did most others. He had eased his fears when he had first arrived in Pandora, given him a place to stay, kept him busy whether he necessarily wanted to be or not. There was quite a lot of appreciation there for him despite the frustrations he may have caused in return simply because of the sort of person he was.

    Old in age alone, really. And by a witch's terms, not old at all.

    In the end, Jin decided to be honest with him. He'd hurt somebody. Ambrose's instinct was to assume it wasn't a big deal, people got hurt all the time. It was the way the world worked, but he supposed the why was important and in that regard, he was almost reminded of the talks he'd had with his cousin, the assurances that she was doing the right thing, the guidance he provided when she wasn't. But, of course, the 'right thing' didn't necessarily mean it was best for the other party. He wasn't the one in the family with morals that barely even toed the line of uncertainty, though dare he say it, Sabrina had strayed even long since strayed from that particular path. Ambrose's primary concern would always be the safety of the people who mattered to him. Damn everybody else.

    Watching him, Ambrose didn't react. He didn't react with fear or disgust or judgement, he simply listened, giving a slight nod of the head. "Did you mean to? Did you want to?"
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    How bad was it that he expected for disgust or fear to echo from Ambrose's next words? What did that say about Jin? What did it say about the other people that had, in the past, crowded his life? Yet surprise never made it to his tongue, any kind of perplexed reaction - the positive sort, certainly - drowned by the sudden and very overwhelming urge to get up and leave instead of answering these two questions which were basically asking the same thing. Because that would've been easier, because opening up terrified him to the core. With other people, he couldn't have cared less; let them be afraid and judgmental if they wanted, what did Jin care? But the man now lying next to him, so close and the skin of his hands so soft, was not just anybody, he wasn't other people. And the sheer fear of scaring Ambrose off with being honest, started filling his lungs with ice-cold water.

    His pulse quickened, and he felt like was eleven again, unable to control or transform his magic into something more beautiful, and about to confess to his mother that he'd lost control again. Ready to accept that kind of punishment that always came, that was by now etched into his back, scars being the only physical proof it'd ever happened. "Yes, but not- not like that," he forced out between his lips, jaw tense and teeth near-clenched, his gaze fixed on their loosely interlaced fingers and yet not looking at them. "It was- That wasn't me." Jin swallowed dryly. The empty hand clenched into a fist. "My 継承, it-- I get so angry and it just- it just does it."


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    Ambrose didn't fully understand, but he thought he understand enough to get by in this conversation. He had hurt somebody. His gifts had been the cause of it, gifts that the witch admittedly didn't know very much at all about, but there wasn't a single doubt in his mind that they could be dangerous when left entirely to their own devices. The same could be said about the witchcraft that he practiced, though it was even more dangerous when placed in the wrong hands. Desperate hands, impatient hands. Jin was at least one of those things and it was clear to Ambrose that emotion spent quite a lot of time ruling the man. That always did make magic a struggle to work with.

    "In dealing with these sorts of forces, emotion garners response. Always," he told him with an understanding nod of the head. What kind of response depended on the person, the situation, and how well they could handle it. Ambrose's magic was different from so much he had seen at the school in that it wasn't an emotional magic. When you made a desperate decision to use it, you made the decision. It didn't force its way through your defenses in a burst of panic, there was always some sort of consciousness behind it. Really, he felt for everybody else.

    At that point, Ambrose had slipped his hand from Jin's and pushed up against the mattress until he was sat upright beside him, comfortably cross-legged as he considered the situation. Perhaps he wasn't reacting the way that Jin expected, but then, Ambrose was used to this sort of thing. Sabrina coming to his doorstep to tell him that she had murdered somebody and buried them in the garden to bring them back. Finding that Sabrina hadn't signed the Book of the Beast and had the entirety of the Church of Night after her.

    There was a certain common denominator here, wasn't there?

    "Alright," Ambrose said simply after a moment, eyes fixed on Jin despite the fact that the other no longer wanted to look at him. Understandable. "Did they survive? Were they the first one?"
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