[ that's his problem! jayce even raises his brows and tilts his head in mild half-agreement. it's the best option, looking at it rationally. he doesn't have to worry about going berserk. he doesn't have to worry about hunting. but looking at it through an emotional lense taints the good of it, to a certain extent.
jayce can put the feeling in these words: ]
The impulse, I guess. The dreams, [ jayce's fingers immediately circle his wrist; he thumbs the gemstone in it, surrounded by the arcane's rotting webs for a comfort he's always sought from child to grown adult. it helps his spike in worry, soothes the grimness gnawing at his bones. ] where I wake up one day and . . . He's ripped open.
cw; the vore brothers are vore talking
jayce can put the feeling in these words: ]
The impulse, I guess. The dreams, [ jayce's fingers immediately circle his wrist; he thumbs the gemstone in it, surrounded by the arcane's rotting webs for a comfort he's always sought from child to grown adult. it helps his spike in worry, soothes the grimness gnawing at his bones. ] where I wake up one day and . . . He's ripped open.