Jeffrey "Williford." Dahmer clone. The fun one. |
mun 18+. indie based on Geoffrey Girard's Project Cain and Cain's Blood #deadlydahmer
brother blog Blog contains disturbing themes.
❝first we sleep together, then you offer me food, and now you tell me i’m free to stay. and yet all within twenty-four hours. cute.❞
it’s actually all rather amusing, to hear how, in a word, desperate jeff seems to keep him here. it’s not exactly usual for people to fawn over the monster. sex was sex, quick and forgotten about, relationships near enough a thing of the past. but it always made him smile when people pressed on the matter. arms dangle and hands find themselves between crossed, covered, legs, head tilted whilst he stares at his companion.
❝are you really that lonely, sir?❞
crrunch–crrunch!! Jeff wasn’t quite sure how to take that. Was the guy endeared, or was he being light- heartedly sarcastic? Jeff shrugged, partially regretting what he’d said. Was it so bad to desire some human contact? Jeff had enjoyed himself last night–where was the harm in extending that pleasure?
He frowned a bit and set his bowl aside to self-consciously run a hand through his hair. “I don’t–I wouldn’t put it that way…” He shrugged and averted his gaze towards the wall. After staring for a moment, Jeff stood and went back into the kitchen in search of a mug.
Her brow rose and a light chuckle left her lips, her eyes fully fixed on him. “So you don’t make your money based on your looks?”
"Nah, my pretty face helps,” he told her matter-of-factly. Being a bartender, one relied heavily on tips. “But I meant about the whole stabbing thing.”
I might know a couple of places with a lot of people around the area.”
“Well, yeah–Something like that.” In actuality, Jeffrey was coming dangerously close to being caught and/or thrown out of his apartment building. He hated having to get up and leave his old home behind, but it was time for a change, apparently. “I’d really appreciate it.”
”Excuse me for trying to find a fucking job, all right?” Jeff shoved the other guy away with a scoff. “Go jack off on your own time—Or, better yet,” he realized then, “at your own place. What the fuck are you even doing here?”
with silence taking it’s hold george takes the time to reach down to the floor, grabbing at a crumpled shirt, taking it off the ground with a few flaps of his hands. a look is given jeffrey’s way, before the vampire takes to putting the shirt on. fingers tug at fabric, shirt covering chest and stomach alike; with george soon sitting back, a mere smirk on his face.
❝i look forward to it. though i have to say, last night? quite enjoyable. gave me the best nights sleep in a while, actually.❞
It was a shame to see him cover up his marvellous physique, but Jeff didn’t say anything–only sighed a bit as he watched him yank it over his stomach.
At his words, however, as the aroma of coffee filled the modest apartment, Jeff brightened slightly. “Glad I could help,” he offered with a smirk of his own. He paused, setting his spoon down into his milky breakfast. “You–y'know, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”
[ SMS ] Hey! Don’t knock vodka, leave it out of this [ SMS ] Oh yeah, I think I know the one you mean [ SMS ] Do you wanna meet there or should I come pick you up?
[text] gladly leaving it out [text] hmm i’ll meet you there
a quick retort, having picked up the off-hand comment. now this was a nice change of scenery, waking up to an enjoyable environment. george was used to being alone, mornings spent brooding, slow and sluggish. cold fingers pluck at the duvet, eyes continuously flicking from side to before focusing on the bedroom doorway. dare he get up himself? naaaah it’s a lot warmer where he is.
Jeff scoffed. “Please,” he responded with a shake of his head that went unseen. He carried his bowl of cereal back to his room where he sat down at the foot of his bed. “Coffee’ll be a couple of minutes,” he informed the other through a mouthful, hunched over the bowl.