JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
”Mm?” The question was unexpected, Jack busy trying to corral the pain in his head; maybe that was why he offered her an answer instead of finding something else to talk about. ”Ten years old, round about then,” he muttered, grumbling a note of what could only be surprise and encouragement at the strong fingers that work the tight muscles of his shoulder.
He chuckled, then, following her train of thought, giving the illusionist a surprising nod of respect. ”That mind of yours is gettin’ sharper. Either that or I’m just now payin’ attention to it. Either way - right you are. Doubt you wanna know me inside out though, love. It’s a mess.”
He chuckled, then, following her train of thought, giving the illusionist a surprising nod of respect. ”That mind of yours is gettin’ sharper. Either that or I’m just now payin’ attention to it. Either way - right you are. Doubt you wanna know me inside out though, love. It’s a mess.”
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
