JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"We both know you don't mean that," Jack counters, wicked fingers slipping beneath the layers of her jacket to seek out the warm and supple curves beneath, to turn her thoughts rose gold and scarlet with his attentions. And whilst he's in agreement - King's End is far too fucking cold even for him to be tempted to fuck Flora against a pillar - she doesn't necessarily have to go without.
"Touche," he mumbles about Safrin, drawing back to glance over his shoulder at the lights winking in the distance that can only be the House of Midnight. Not that he expects her to go for it, given the whole mother, step-dad and whatever other familial ties there might be at play, but he raises his eyebrows questioningly nonetheless.
"Touche," he mumbles about Safrin, drawing back to glance over his shoulder at the lights winking in the distance that can only be the House of Midnight. Not that he expects her to go for it, given the whole mother, step-dad and whatever other familial ties there might be at play, but he raises his eyebrows questioningly nonetheless.
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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