💏 ( from jack or Geoff, whoever you feel pips )
k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !20. on a scar
to say meg LOVED scars was an understatement. if anything, she had a bit of an OBSESSION with them. she considered every scar as a story, one to either be withheld or SHARED at the discretion of whoever bore it. regardless of if the tale was shared or not, she ADMIRED the marks on any human body but most notably of those who she CARED for. she’d been lounging around with jack, contently lying on her stomach on jack’s bed, flicking through a magazine while jack was trying on various outfits, finding what was MOST SUITABLE for an upcoming job.
it was only when meg looked up, while jack was switching shirts, that the currently blonde haired ( a WIG for a job, of course ) mercenary noticed a scar on jack’s shoulder. one that looked like an EXIT WOUND. meg was instantly on her feet, bouncing over towards jack and coming to stand behind her. as always, meg was CONSIDERABLY SHORTER than the other. hell, she was EVEN shorter than jeremy. she rose onto her tip toes, at first just fingers tracing the mark until a few seconds later, they were replaced with her LIPS.
❝ tell me what happened ? ❞ she asked, completely INNOCENTLY. there wasn’t an ounce of ill-intent in meg’s body when it came to jack. no want to know JUST to tell others or to use it as leverage in some way at a later date. just PURE intrigue and wish to know the older woman better.
