prohibitions | When love became an act of defiance

"You don't think this will be fun?" Though, maybe it was a little messed up to find it fun to basically look forward to a game that would eventually end with his death.

Well, he never said that he wasn't a bit fucked up.

"Because you don't seem like the type to try anything pretty underhanded. A little too honest for that," Abel says with a light enough smile. It isn't said in a mocking tone, but more matter-of-fact. Honestly, the other seemed like a good man. A good man in a rather unfortunate situation. "I wouldn't stop you though. If that's how you wanted to do it," he replies with a shrug.

"I think you and I have very different definitions of fun." A job in murder wasn't his idea of it.

Jonathan walked over towards where Abel was sitting, reaching out a hand to wrap around the other's neck with little warning but the thought may have been there to alert the other as he had crossed the room. There was no pressure to the touch, he just wanted to see how easy it would've been. To feel the the other's pulse under his fingertips.

He believes Abel's words that he wouldn't stop him but he did make a deal in playing the game and the other was right about him not outright killing him at the easiest opportunity. Jonathan tilts his head, giving a rather muddled expression, "You are a strange one."

He couldn't wrap his head around Abel being so nonchalant about his eventual death by his hand.

"Rich people have a rather odd view of things, I've found. Alarmingly so," Abel says with a laugh. He didn't know much about average people, but he wasn't ignorant. He knew people lived completely different worlds.

And he's so calm when the other wraps his hand around his throat. A pleasant smile even. He tilts his head slightly. "Strange? I'm just bored," he replies. Maybe that sounds weird, but Abel had already resigned to his life. It wasn't great, but it wasn't completely terrible either. He found his fun here and there.

As far as fulfilling though, it was completely lacking. He found nothing meaningful and so death was merely an ending.

Jonathan huffs a half laugh, "Clearly." With such an abundance of time and resources, he could only image how that might alter their view on things.

He frowns and his brows furrow for a moment before he gives his grip a slight squeeze. How easy it would be. The thought flashes in his mind; a quick snap of the neck, claws slashing quickly over flesh or the slow bone crushing under his hands before he pulls his hand away and rubs at the side of his face. A pause before he takes a seat on the floor near Abel's legs with his back pressed up against the edge of the bed.

"So what happens now? I figure you'd want to start this game tomorrow, considering the time?" Jonathan asks as he looks over in the other's direction.

How cute, he thinks. The other, he thinks, doesn't actually have the heart to kill him. He idly wonders why they had decided to hire a man who probably was actually ill fit to be an assassin. No matter, it just means it'll be a long game and that means he'll be amused at least for a little while. He would also be lying that the other hasn't piqued his interest. They make him curious. He'd like to know more about the other if even as a passing fancy to quench his boredom.

"I suppose so. I am tired and I got out of a rather dull party earlier than usual," he says with a chuckle.

Killing wasn't so much a big deal for him. Most on a hit list were there for a reason, they had skeletons in their closet that were easy to find before the assignment and it was easy to justify the need to kill them. In Abel's case, it just wasn't there. There were skeletons in his father's closet and those around him but not the other. Then there was the matter of the unforeseen ability that changed the course of this assignment.

He didn't mind it, really. He just knows there's bound to be a client complaint about time and one about possible attachment.

"It did seem rather boring." He smiles, fancy parties like this one weren't really his thing. The smells of too much perfume and cologne mixing made his head hurt after awhile and all the conversations sounded the same. "You certainly gave the room something to speculate for the rest of the evening though."

"I dreadddd it," Abel says rather dramatically. He hated socializing with others. It was all just a front for everyone to try and strengthen their social standings or make allies in a cutthroat environment. No one actually cared about each other and the conversations were dull.

He hated them even if he knew how to play the game.

"It's not like assassinations aren't common. I already know your employer," Abel replies dismissively. He had no idea if Jonathan had been directly employed or if a middle man was used, but he could read everyone that came, so he knew.

It didn't matter to him who it was though, so he had no interest in exposing them either.

When love became an act of defiance

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Idk why i have this one lol

we made the new thread so we can suffer sooner.

ah

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