JACE
Finding Beatrix had been such a pain. Only she would find some way to get swept off and aged again. She had definitely inherited her father's penchant for poor luck.
Jace found himself in Whitebrim of all places - of course she was in a cannibal village - and chose to stand and wait outside, rather than go ransacking the buildings. He hadn't come to draw attention after all. He just needed to get the Queen of Bothersdom and get back to the Citadel. For as much as he complained about his sister, she was one of the very few people he knew he could count on. Certainly by now she was as tired of the incompetence of the generation before them as much as he was. It wouldn't be hard to convince her to play the part of minion in his plans.
Icy green eyes flicked to one side as he caught a bit of movement from his peripheral vision. Turning slowly, hands tucked into his pockets, he spotted Bea, looking around like a deer caught in a bright light. He sighed, rolling his eyes. But only when he began to walk in the opposite direction did he call out to her.
"Hey - where the hell do you think you're going?"
Even as he shouted his voice seemed soft, unused, completely unnatural at that raised sort of volume, and utterly lacking emotion to its tone. They both might've been older, but some things never changed.
Jace found himself in Whitebrim of all places - of course she was in a cannibal village - and chose to stand and wait outside, rather than go ransacking the buildings. He hadn't come to draw attention after all. He just needed to get the Queen of Bothersdom and get back to the Citadel. For as much as he complained about his sister, she was one of the very few people he knew he could count on. Certainly by now she was as tired of the incompetence of the generation before them as much as he was. It wouldn't be hard to convince her to play the part of minion in his plans.
Icy green eyes flicked to one side as he caught a bit of movement from his peripheral vision. Turning slowly, hands tucked into his pockets, he spotted Bea, looking around like a deer caught in a bright light. He sighed, rolling his eyes. But only when he began to walk in the opposite direction did he call out to her.
"Hey - where the hell do you think you're going?"
Even as he shouted his voice seemed soft, unused, completely unnatural at that raised sort of volume, and utterly lacking emotion to its tone. They both might've been older, but some things never changed.
Love is fake.
Just ask my parents.
