#lovewept

[dustwereturn]

❝ if i show you something, you wouldn’t tell anyone, right? ❞   (Jack?)

in his nineteen years, jack's traveled the globe on a shoestring budget. he's done a lot of favors, worked his ass off in places that definitely weren't up to any code, american or not. he's seen paris in the spring, england in the summer, italy ... his favorite part of his ventures, however, are not the landmarks he's been fortunate enough to see in person. it's the PEOPLE he's met, the stories he's been graced to hear from their lips. the trust he's built, even as a scrawny nobody making commissions on the street.

jack shakes his head, his lips pressed into a thoughtful line, "not a soul." he replies as he tucks his pencil behind his ear. jack leans forward, elbows resting on his knees.

"let's see it."

[dustwereturn]

❝ do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind? ❞  (For Emily?)

"um, only all the time!" this is not what her mother had in mind when she sent emily out to the store. be sure not to dally, emily. i want you to get the things on this list and come right back! bring the change home with you! well ... emily is now a good thirty minutes past due home, and her mother will be calling any minute to chew her out for not listening. the girl, in turn, has put her phone on SILENT.

"every day at home," she sighs, with all the depth of a stone plunging to the bottom of a river after you TRIED to skip it but just COULDN'T. emily's never had the skill for skipping rocks, so the comparison seems fitting and rather poetic if you ask her.

"what has you feeling like that?"

[dustwereturn]

❝ i know it’s a lot of blood, but you’re going to be okay. ❞  (for Tommy?)

"THIS?" he forces a laugh and inelegantly ruins his shirt (that's already seen better days) by wiping the blood from his nose. "'ey, don't worry about this. i've had worse than this." tommy flicks his tongue over the two empty tooth sockets at the front of his mouth. he can take a punch, and thankfully give one right back.

he just wishes he hadn't gotten his CLOCK CLEANED in front of the lady.

"you just gotta tell me somethin'," tommy lowers his chin and drops his arm back down to his side. he flashes a crooked grin, "... how's the money-maker?"