Not quite literally just yet, but it was certainly starting to feel like it.
Smack dab in the middle of her living room floor and sifting through countless piles of musty old tomes she’d already practically memorized at this point, Jackie could only get so far in her reading before she wanted to burn the whole pile down as fuel for a bonfire of sorts. Probably run around it singing some made up chant and hope and pray the gods would send her the answers that way.
‘Oh shit.’ The female groaned softly as she finally gave up, tossing the book onto the carpeting next to her as she reached up to run her hands through her hair in exasperation. She could recognize this mood, and to her chagrin could admit that she’d felt it on only one too many occasions in her lifetime. Sometimes twice a day.
She was losing her goddamn mind.
There was nothing more in those books that she could read that she didn’t already know. At this point, it wasn’t a matter of skimming through the text anymore, but more the need for some in-depth context to truly understand it and all that it entailed.
Books of magic they were. Easy to understand, they were not. Especially for someone who only had bedtime stories to back up a huge majority of it.
How the hell had she even gotten roped into this mess?
“Hanzo.” She called out into the seemingly empty room, as fingertips rubbed against her temples in an effort to relieve the strain. God only knows where the man had run off to, as she’d left him to his own devices whilst she’d meanwhile promised herself to prepare for the oncoming shit fest that was bound to break loose; to at least try to be the kind of master that he wouldn’t find to be an utter shame to have to serve.
She might have already failed that within the first five minutes of meeting him though.
Finesse wasn’t exactly her forte. “Are you there? I need some motivation like – I don’t know, a dagger to the throat or something.”
Was she serious about that? Honestly, who knew?
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