JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Nn," says Jack, eloquently. At any other time the flashing neon sign in Flora's thoughts would have been enough to ignite a fire in his belly, except there kind of already is one, and it's hurting more as time goes on, honestly. Slouching into the establishment rather than swaggering as is his standard, the good captain reaches out for Flora to steady himself (and she'll find a red print against her shoulder when she does put on some lights).
"Somethin' strong," he says. "Got needle an' thread, too?" This might be a pajama party yet, if Flora plays her cards right. It's not like Jack is going to be able to carry himself home if this keeps up. This being the blood starting to trickle into the Hanged Man's floorboards under their feet.
"Somethin' strong," he says. "Got needle an' thread, too?" This might be a pajama party yet, if Flora plays her cards right. It's not like Jack is going to be able to carry himself home if this keeps up. This being the blood starting to trickle into the Hanged Man's floorboards under their feet.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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