Over time, Jasper’s haven slowly becomes more and more “cluttered” with gifts from the coterie. Naturally the place ends up decorated like a bachelor pad, with mismatched furniture and knickknacks sort of randomly placed on the first open surface available, but it slowly starts to look like someone actually
unlives there instead of just… glorified squatting.
An entire well-loved Harry Potter series, courtesy of Annabelle, never really finds its way onto the shelves of his library, but sits between two bookends on his coffee table (“So you’ll actually read them, Jasper!”). She also gets him some new, quality nail polish and a manicure kit he’ll probably never use; she seems to know this as well, because she gives him an intense stare and declares they’d be doing their nails together one of these days. Old art from the dearly departed Maharajah that survived the fire (that Victor
wouldn’t couldn’t throw out) are hung haphazardly, some literally nailed or duct taped to the walls. Along with them comes new Maharani merch, of course, but also some pretty decent legit furniture. Jasper now has an actual desk for his laptop that mostly functions as a place to put his new gifts, and a real wardrobe for his hoodies and cowls. A few of which now have been specially designed just for him by Nelli herself. They’re… fine, Jasper supposes; he can actually see that Nelli took the time to at least try to put his interests into consideration when designing them. In reality, he’ll probably only wear them when they need to go to another fancy party or ass-kiss with the Camarilla again, but he always tosses one on the sofa before Nelli comes over as if he’s been wearing it. Mainly so she’ll stop asking if he’s wearing the clothes she made for him (or that’s what he tells himself, anyway).
Eva gives him small little trinkets that mean so much to him. A new necklace and protected charms sit reverently placed in a little wooden jewelry box (Annabelle gave him another pointed stare as she presented it to him). He now has a small, beautiful white porcelain vase with a single red rose sitting right above his headboard, overlooking him as he sleeps. He has a bottle of water under his bed specifically for the rose, although he knows it won’t last forever. He also kept the flower Eva gave him that one day, pressed between the pages of the book he used to translate the ring she gave him.
He still uses his old “closet” where his hoodies used to be, but it’s more for storage now that he has the new wardrobe. He ends up keeping his old, torn up clothes and shoes and things that he
can’t bear to part with couldn’t be bothered to throw out stored there, some neatly folded, some just thrown in and the door slammed shut. In the corner - under all the scraps of leather and hoodie, old shoes and blood-soaked clothes - is the framed picture he’d previously had sitting on the table next to his sofa, face down, and the ring he’d bought the day he’d died.