bad decisions make for great stories

*Jack* · 01-01-2023, 01:45 AM

The way he speaks of the frozen northern reaches is something that almost has Jack interested. If she was more of the northern sort, if she was more of the winter sort... maybe. That, or if she could have some sort of assurance that she wouldn't absolutely freeze to death. Talk of far away places was always something to bring a light to her own eyes, too. The same child that listened to tales of far away lands and became an explorer because of them. Jack still had that wonder in her heart, even if she wasn't a fan of the cold. Maybe it would be worth seeing. Maybe it would be worth exploring. Hm.

The auroras. "You've seen the lights?" There's a bit of hope here. Jack had heard the stories, but never seen them herself. Maybe that could be something she did this winter, depending on how things went. Maybe... maybe. The antihero allowed herself to settle into Deion's side, allowing more contact, yielding to the touch at her flank. Well, anything that came next, she'd more than happily blame the alcohol. Surely Jack wasn't lonely, not at all. It was just the booze, the food, the ambiance, the comfort... all of those things and certainly not her lonesomeness. You can only be alone for so long, after all.

"Yeah, we can," the contact of a tusk on the back of her neck and the thrill that shot through her system. Jack's muzzle tracing the side of his face, the plane of his cheek, the rush of pure touch. Underneath it all there was the thrill of danger, and maybe that made it all the more exciting. In the space between them, she allowed her breath to catch in her throat. "You really are nothing if not generous."

- Fade to black -

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

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bad decisions make for great stories

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