PreludeDirty blonde hair blew about in the wind as Jack Simpson wrinkled his nose, expressing a silent disapproval of the cold weather. Walking into an inn for shelter, his teeth still slightly chattering, he rubbed his hands together before entering the throng of people in the roofed area for the same reason. There was no table for himself, of ( Read more... )

UNBETAED.

Don't have high hopes for this, my dear Rhod, I'm afraid it's crap and my mind's not working right---but like I said earlier today, bad!fic is better than no!fic.

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