JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
”You always know how to make me feel better.” Jack scoffed, not bothering to open his eyes again and look up at her. He did look like shit, it was true, but the constant reminders paired with the knife in his head did little to improve his mood. The dance of tongues and bodies sent his way from the illusionist, however, was a marked improvement, the captain losing himself in the display until Eloise spoke again.
A smile curled across his lips, knowing that she knew he’d have made the trade unfair. ”A pair of sunglasses an’ a bottle of whiskey,” he said; hardly the riches of the ocean. ”An’ that sounds like a fine idea. Put on your best show for her, an’ the mer’ll be acceptin’ any bit of tat we can get hold of.”
A smile curled across his lips, knowing that she knew he’d have made the trade unfair. ”A pair of sunglasses an’ a bottle of whiskey,” he said; hardly the riches of the ocean. ”An’ that sounds like a fine idea. Put on your best show for her, an’ the mer’ll be acceptin’ any bit of tat we can get hold of.”
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
