[glow=#ff4a00,2,300]PLEASE EXCUSE ME I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE[/glow]
[glow=#ff4a00,2,300]BUT TONIGHT I'M F-CKING YOU[/glow]
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jackson had decided it was time to sleep with sköll in a nonsexual way. so he was going to break into his house. but he was going to take it easy on his favorite window, he had seen that the brunette had gotten it fixed when he arrived. so, he simply snuck around back, checking to see if his back door was locked or not. it wasn't. he smiled as if he had just gotten away with sticking a 'hit me' sign on someone's back and pushed open the door, making sure to lock it behind him. he would have to remember to tell sköll to lock it in the morning. he, on his way to the male's bedroom, he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the kitchen in his peripherals. he couldn't resist. he was satisfied after he had stuffed a few marshmallows in his mouth and he was on his jolly way, going over over to the brunette's door to open it and quietly creep into his room. he began to strip as he walked, first throwing his shirt off, then his shoes and finally his pants before he slid into the bed, already inching over to the sleeping form so that he was close enough without waking him. he wanted to cuddle but doing so would ruin sköll's peaceful looking doze. jackson couldn't really go to sleep though, with sköll turned away from him he couldn't help but admire his defined back and how the light caught his skin tone perfectly. however as his eyes unconsciously shifted downwards he caught sight of something else. it wasn't a tattoo, and he could only see the first letter of it. 'M' in capitals, which prompted jackson to move a hand closer to place it over the maimed skin. it was like someone had ripped into his flesh and made it into a letter, the thought making jackson use his other hand to cover his mouth to keep from spewing out his dinner. if just thinking about it made him cringe and want to barf, what had sköll gone through? his finger traced the violently etched letter, moving the sheets downward to reveal two more words. 'I' and 'N'. he could see where this was going and it was making his blood boil. he was already wanting to mess up this person so bad they couldn't walk for five months, was an example of his anger. he didn't need to pull down the covers anymore, he could already see the wretched 'E' peeking out and jackson roughly shoved the covers back up sköll's side, rolling over and off the bed to search for his pants. he had come here with good intentions but was going to break something later and didn't want it to be in sköll's house. he wouldn't have realized his rough treatment of the blankets could wake the sleeping brunette and if he had woken up, jackson would be unaware. he was probably so focused on how he was going to beat the living * out of whoever did this that it slipped his mind. he put on his pants as soon as he found them, standing up straight to run his hands harshly through his hair, angry breaths leaving his lips. it was easy to see he was fuming, and the excessive stressed look on his face gave his true feelings away. he was certainly not mad with sköll, he doubted the male could have prevented this, but was instead enraged with the one who had dealt this scar. this scar that seemed so unbelievably painful to jackson, who was now pausing for a moment to exhale and inhale slowly in an attempt to calm himself. when he got mad he got rather mad, and he was trying to make himself realized that throwing a fit on physical objects would not help.
//yeah so jackson is super pissed
and ready to go break something or someone
also really sorry for the delay my internet is absolute crap and i ended up retyping this three times
so ugh
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