A history without a song
open, exploring!
02-19-2022, 02:48 PM
Breath in her lungs, Jack couldn't help but be grateful for it. She was living her best life out here-- absolute fucken best. The sun was warm on her shoulders and back, and she could feel the dark sand as it sprayed out from beneath her paws. Every stride, every step, her muscles working in time. The resistance of it was enough to tire her more quickly than usual, but she'd get used to it. Endurance. Always for the endurance, after all. She was comfortable with herself, and comfortable with the exercise. Beyond their beach was a strand of what looked like islands, in the not-too-distant distance. Maybe Jack would explore them next. Maybe. Hell, she could do anything. She could go anywhere. The world was her oyster, and Jack was going to enjoy all of it. Speaking of enjoying, Jack's gaze fell on their alpha's figure as she settled in the sand. She hadn't been there the moment before. The antihero changed her course from the shoreline itself to something that curved inland, doing her best to steady her breathing before arriving. Couldn't be winded when you were trying to impress a pretty girl, right? She slowed to a jog, and then a walk, and then a halt before plunking beside her in the sand. "King Sparrow, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Her grin was relaxed, rakish. It was hard to be anything but ash she sat comfortably beside the taller woman. Jack O’Malley looking half a corpse and half a god |
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