He had spent so long trying to find him and here he was. He was horrifyingly familiar, but wrong, utterly wrong.
“They caaall me Deadeye Cabs or so I’ve heard. Rare that someone tries to find me.” He laughed. “And those that dooo, weeell dead men tell no tales as they say!”
His voice, his mode of speech… that was the man he knew. And
that laugh. It was wrong coming from…him, but it was familiar too.
“It is you.” Jowd said quietly.
“Meee?” The man, Cabanela… He was Cabanela. Jowd held on to that. Even if he was… different. Cabanela spun around to Jowd’s back. He peered over his shoulder and into his face with a wide grin. Jowd swallowed. He desperately wanted to look away but those black depths drew his gaze and held on tight.
“The ooone and only. Who else could I be, baby?”
….this was not what I planned to do tonight… but after this conversation I started actually imagining stuff (at like 1 in the morning I might add)…But everything I was imagining was much better visually. He’d still dance around but be more extreme if that were possible and sometimes movements that just look wrong either unnatural or sudden jerky movements like head tilts before flowing into the more elegant stuff.
And tonight I wrote a little but it would’ve been a complete AU and I have no idea what I’d actually do with it so drawing and snippet happened instead.
This is tankens fault for drawing it in the first place. It made it stick in my head. Never mind that I posted the damn screenshots. Context here
I’m sorry for continuing with this monstrosity.
And I didn’t get back to what I was originally drawing that sparked my grumbling that sparked that conversation that sparked this.