JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"Gods, it does, doesn't it," Jack agrees, however reluctantly, and he rubs at his eyes with his less bloody hand while Flora potters about with the liquor. "Place used to be hot shit. Might have to start some fresh trouble." He's as tempted as he is irked by the whiskey and its distance from his waiting fingers, and it's with a soft curse and a grimace that he shuffles back to his feet and slouches into the living room.
Grasping the bottle and already taking a long pull from it as he slumps onto the couch he's definitely going to ruin, Jack relishes the burn in his chest and throat and offers it back to Flora. "Fuck," he says wearily, as if to put a fine point on this shitstorm of an evening. "And fuck again."
Grasping the bottle and already taking a long pull from it as he slumps onto the couch he's definitely going to ruin, Jack relishes the burn in his chest and throat and offers it back to Flora. "Fuck," he says wearily, as if to put a fine point on this shitstorm of an evening. "And fuck again."
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
- Click for The Ark!
