Pierce
“Jack, Jack, Jack.” Pierce says with a tsk, tongue clicking into the air heavy and full of copper and the salt of Flora’s tears. “Y’know… I’m pretty sure he’s not gonna be okay.” Ignoring the fact that the two of them have crumpled to the earth, to the blood that pools around them in a dark circle, spilling into one of the pools.
He walks a few short steps to end up behind the two, this time where Jack’s back faces him and he easily ignores the pleading from the queen. “I want you to remember this moment the second you think anything about the void or the Family.” Pierce says before he lets his gaze linger on Jack’s hunched form. “Oh, and speaking of… The Family sends their regards.” The deep baritone voice still seems bored but it’s with an edge of dark glee; the blade lashing out for hopefully one last time, hoping to take Jack's life.
He walks a few short steps to end up behind the two, this time where Jack’s back faces him and he easily ignores the pleading from the queen. “I want you to remember this moment the second you think anything about the void or the Family.” Pierce says before he lets his gaze linger on Jack’s hunched form. “Oh, and speaking of… The Family sends their regards.” The deep baritone voice still seems bored but it’s with an edge of dark glee; the blade lashing out for hopefully one last time, hoping to take Jack's life.
