(2107)Dirt Nap, JC, and Edward

[JC Smith]

JC was struggling. Though towards what depended. The display was mesmerizing but for very different reasons depending on what thought he was having at the time. It was disgusting, barbaric, and horrifying one moment. The next it was a fascinating but wasteful display of vitae. And that was only the cognizant thoughts. The Beast wanted nothing less than to join in and gorge itself. Which brought up anger at the Prince for putting JC through this mental torture. Which just raised the beast even more, forcing him to try and control his emotions. All while he couldn't stop watching.

The distraction of Edward and Jennifer was both a godsend, an annoyance, and beneath the beast's care.

Flex, relax, flex, relax. Muscles and blood tensed and released. Controlled. Anticipatory.

Stay in control!

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap shakes his head ever so slightly, barely noticeably at Edward's speech.

His eyes do not leave the Archon Twist and her artistry the whole time. It is almost as if he is studying the faint but distinct lines of the brush strokes on a Master's painting, or distinctive tracks of a man-killing mountain lion in the wild, the better to recognize it in the future.

[JC Smith]

The attention of the court drifted to the conflict between Jennifer and Edward. And JC's trained ear listened with vague disinterest.

His eyes stayed on blood. Could he sneak some now that the Prince was gone? It was just going to waste otherwise, right? He could just kill anyone that looked at him askance.

Flex, relax. Stupid... Idiot... Beast. Instincts. Addiction.

He grit his teeth, letting out one last breath falling back to the very basics. Resist for just one minute. Just till the end of court. Just one night at a time. One second at a time.