JACK
"That's one way to draw a line in the sand with her, I guess," Jack mutters. He knows it all too well; distance has given him the space gather up the pieces of his heart that Flora had shattered, selecting the sharpest ones to wield against her like knives in the dark. Heartbreak has given way to a flimsy sort of bitterness, a hurt that wants to sink its teeth into the one who caused it, and it stands a chance at turning to hate if he gives it half a chance.
"Would you change it if you could?" he asks, perhaps unfairly. "Or is it for the best that it goes like this, even if she hates you?"
He drops the curtain of his mind back into place just as he senses Vesper's own thoughts start to give way to the messy edges of the chaos in his head, Jack wincing automatically as he tries and fails to make sense of it - likely the same as the boy before him, truthfully. "Mm, it does," he agrees, patting the space on the bunk next to him and shifting enough to make room. "I used to hang out in taverns an' read the heartache from barflies. Didn't seem all that bad until I got a taste of it myself."
Wrinkling his nose and raking a hand back through his hair, he glances up towards Vesper. "Worst part is that the shit you think'll make you feel better - drinkin', fightin', escape - it doesn't work. When I left Torchline an' got to King's End, I just felt like shit with a different view."
Granted, there had been a plethora of other reasons why he'd needed to detach from the islands' criminal underbelly in his state - but it was running away all the same.
"Would you change it if you could?" he asks, perhaps unfairly. "Or is it for the best that it goes like this, even if she hates you?"
He drops the curtain of his mind back into place just as he senses Vesper's own thoughts start to give way to the messy edges of the chaos in his head, Jack wincing automatically as he tries and fails to make sense of it - likely the same as the boy before him, truthfully. "Mm, it does," he agrees, patting the space on the bunk next to him and shifting enough to make room. "I used to hang out in taverns an' read the heartache from barflies. Didn't seem all that bad until I got a taste of it myself."
Wrinkling his nose and raking a hand back through his hair, he glances up towards Vesper. "Worst part is that the shit you think'll make you feel better - drinkin', fightin', escape - it doesn't work. When I left Torchline an' got to King's End, I just felt like shit with a different view."
Granted, there had been a plethora of other reasons why he'd needed to detach from the islands' criminal underbelly in his state - but it was running away all the same.
believer, believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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