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[_to_the_bone]

Jack Frost is in the bar, with a glass of water and a book of poems that he's still working his way through.

Occasionally, he will pause, and reread a verse. Contemplate a line. A word.

He's going to have to write this one on the window.

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[misterparker]

"You're so literate," Parker says. He sits down across from Jack.

[_to_the_bone]

"We need more lipstick," replies Jack, without looking up, but smiling.

[misterparker]

"...that thing with the dress was only once," Parker says.

[_to_the_bone]

"For the windows."

Pause.

"What?"

[bright_burning]

Fire sees him, and...well.

She can't hide forever.

"Jack?"

[_to_the_bone]

"Lady," he says, glancing up at her and down at the book again, just as quickly.

[bright_burning]

"Jack."

An awkward pause, and finally, "I'm sorry."

[_to_the_bone]

"May I read you something?"

As though she didn't say it.