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Starter for @wearelxgion​ // Luca and Jacks

“A misunderstanding,” and there’s that signature beguiling grin. Holds up his hands, the universal symbol of peace, “No need to let tempers run.” Tricky though, when he carries such disdain for the person before him. A disdain that tastes sour on his tongue, cuts the edges of that smile into something sharper. 

   ( Give up? Leave it well enough alone? He grew up with a sister. No chance.)

“I was told you’re inspiring,” Looks up through his lashes, such lovely black eyes, that fix on the man. Tongue swipes his teeth, that god forsaken grin never faltering, takes his time as he continues, “Guess that was the second misunderstanding.”

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Flicks through a print copy of todays paper. Winter sunlight gives the mist a warm glow as it settles upon cemetery grass. One hand rests, languidly, upon the grave stone as though it will APPEASE for the wish of knuckles that could still accidentally brush.

“Economy is down,” Jacks lips curve, “not that you’ve ever cared much for that kind of news.” Throws a brief but poignant glance towards the stones surface, TEASING. Flips a page, “Let’s see, let’s see.” His Sunday morning ritual. Words soft with a fondness that has never faded, “Ah. This is more you. Piers Morgan’s being called out, again. And Katie Price is feuding with -...” 

Movement drags his gaze away, and when he speaks now it is to address the LIVING, “Got to keep him updated. I don’t imagine there’s gossip columns in the after life, do you?” 

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Starter for @twistedhxart​ 

He’s been pacing around out here for the better part of an hour, crunching through woodland in suit shoes that, in his OPINION, deserved far better. The light had fallen into dusk not long ago leaving the only illuminations a solitary street lam and the blinking HAZARD light of his pulled over car. Is about to give up hope, FUCK the damned animal when he see’s a pedestrian. “Hey! ---,” tries again, louder, “Hey!”

Satisfied he’s caught the strangers attention he holds up both hands in the hopes of looking LESS sketchy, “I’m not a murderer, I swear. In fact I’ve got a thing about blood, I’d pass out before I had the chance.” A REASSURING statement. Continues with a mounting mix of GUILT and frustration, “Have you seen a dog? Damn thing ran out in front of me. I don’t think I hit it but I can’t find the asshole.”

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Starter For @chaoticcharming​ // Jacks and Valgoria

“You okay there?” He asks. It’s not the kind of question that USUALLY comes from his mouth. In fact, Jacks is much more of a ‘not my circus, not my monkeys’ type man. The less involved he can be the better. Still, what can he say? He’s feeling GENEROUS today. Besides, he was meant to meet a potential new client here a half hour ago and they’ve turned out to be a no show. He’s got time to KILL. 

                         “It’s just - you look like a mess.”

                                            Empathetic, Jacks. Nicely done. Not.

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Starter for @xviperinae​ // Viper and Jacks

Why Jacks had been unable to articulate their destination was unclear to him. Still, it was patent now. Parked inside familiar cemetery walls. He had been grateful for the distraction driving offered and now, hand still tight on the hand break and engine off, he finds himself staring straight ahead. The silence is heavy although not uncomfortable, takes a moment to sit in it.

It’s drizzling outside and Jacks feels the rhythmic tap against the windshield grounding. Fully aware that the poor weather won’t deter Viper, if anything he imagines it’ll only invigorate her with the idea of taking a stroll through the grounds.

“I’ve never bought anyone here before but I thought,” thought what? Moves his hands, palms firmly placed against the wheel. To avoid the trembling they insist upon he tells himself, or is it instead to forget the scars that mark them? “I thought I’d introduce you,” turns his head to look at her now, “to Kit that is.” Even now tone warms as the name leaves his lips. Even now his stomach drops, just a little. 

       “I think Kit would like to know I’ve met you.”

                     A breath. Half a smile.

                  “-...Relieved. I think Kit would be relieved.”

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27!!! for jacks from your choice?

spotify wrapped (accepting) // @diviinitatis

(27. To All Of You - Syd Matters)

"I’d like to be part of the world around you,” lips twist with a subtle sort of jaded mirth. And if he is TEASING it is unclear, as things so often are around Jacks, “Driving a car by the seaside.” Smile splits into something more charming as he leans forwards, amusement more evident, “Watching the world from the BRIGHT side.” 

                                 No one can tell where your heart is.

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“i always thought quicksand was gonna a bigger problem than it turned out to be.” {Jacks, have some smart comment about this.}

The man pops his lips as a smile grazes his face,

           “We had an assembly on quicksand as a KID.”

Watch as his fingers drum against glass, a steady rhythm, the consistency of the pattern comforting to him. A twinkle of amusement is visible in his eyes as he spares a glance at Viper before his gaze falls back to the molten amber between his hands. 

                “ Took me until I was twenty one to visit a DAMN beach.

                                                           Scared me shitless.”

Won’t mention it was with Kit.

                         ( It had been a good day. )