(no subject)
The longer she stays in India, the longer she sleeps in Jack's apartment and decorates the walls and windows, the more Fire feels she's taking from him. And while ordinarily she wouldn't care, this is Jack she's talking about and...well...Jack.
So she's in the bar, sprawled over an armchair and whistling to herself, lighter in hand. Vaguely bored, but then that's nothing new.
She smells of smoke.
Very strongly of smoke.
Almost like she's just been in a fire.
So she's in the bar, sprawled over an armchair and whistling to herself, lighter in hand. Vaguely bored, but then that's nothing new.
She smells of smoke.
Very strongly of smoke.
Almost like she's just been in a fire.