bad decisions make for great stories

*Jack* · 12-30-2022, 11:40 PM

A nasty storm, a nasty attitude. Jack wasn't having any of it. She absolutely was not having any of that, thank you. Cold. Too much cold. Her shoulders hunched up under the winter coat that had finally bothered to come in. It left her silhouette looking more bulky, more masculine than it was-- even typically. It kept Jack safe. It kept Jack safer, at least until she opened her mouth. That mouth would get her into trouble over and over, but that was fine. Maybe it was good trouble. It was probably bad trouble, but who was even counting?

A voice. At the sound of the voice, Jack's hackles went up. She puffed up, trying to take up more space within herself. Where was the source of the sound? How far back did the tunnel go? For a moment, Jack thought she'd make a run for it. Make a break for it. Abscond. Another stiff breeze rattled through the open portion of the passageway. She thought better of leaving. The voice was right. If she didn't want to freeze, she needed to stay here for the night. Fuck.

"Don't feel like scraping a frozen corpse off your doorstep orrrr," her tone was ambiguous. Maybe she was kidding, maybe she wasn't. Not even Jack knew.

Jack O’Malley
looking half a corpse
and half a god

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