"Long night? You're covered in blood." (Rose to Jackson)
answering @formerly-rosaline
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the weed enters his system almost melodically, like that sweet spot of a song. his muscles melt. he knows he’ll be sore tomorrow. clawing at someone’s insides did that to you. his mind calms, no longer spasming from thought to thought and the images of carnage start to fade. a soft smile blossoms on his bloody lips at her words. what a lovely thing to come home to. a beautiful blonde in his bed, smelling of sweetness. of course, before he joined her, he’d have to shower off the thick coat of blood that covered his skin and soaked his clothes.
“you could say that,” jackson says, stripping his shirt off and flinging it on the tile of the bathroom, as not to soak the carpets.
