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raindrops and roses // continued from morning after meme

The sheets pressing into this back make him gasp into the kiss, and he rakes his nails down Vincent's shoulders in retaliation.

"Vincent—"

[ooc: private to

an_unsound_mind ♥]

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6/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

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when the cat is away........the mice will drink eggnog.

Jolly mood, Jack's in. He's got a handful of feather quills, perfect for writing or for atrocious lapel pins, but it's the thought that matters, really. St. Bridget's Day was a fairly old tradition, and even he had to participate. Blue feathers that meant I like you. And such.

People had to have some use for poisoned quills, right? Right. Jack had. Thus he looks for his next 'object of affection'.

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who owns who?

"Well - "

He can't really say anything to that, so the first thing he does when he tugs Kevin out is pin him to a wall and kiss him senseless.

[ooc: private to

snowwhite_chaos from here.]

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trick or treat

So of course, here's Jack, meandering down the corridors with a bowl of sweet candies in arm; every now and then he'd reach in blindly for one and eat it.

"Mister Ja~ack," he sings, apparently looking for that one Contractor counterpart of his - but he's just passing the music rooms here and then, perhaps looking to catch a certain someone.

[for

casse_sablier.]

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5/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send ❥ to casse_sablier

I found a fountain pen while getting some tea. The sugar cubes are back, which is a small mercy - who cares if my teeth rot early, anyway.

You know, you have a very nice jaw. Strong, clean lines - I don't want to stare, though. That would be rude. (But I'd sometimes stare at my Glen's face and he'd swat at me, like I was a particularly cute puppy. I liked that, because he smiled.)

Oh, yes, what was this about? You. You're rather perplexing. But you smiled too, earlier, so I suppose I can keep lying, because you're beautiful when you smile. I wish you'd find her again. Or a Jack. Or, I don't know, someone to ground you so that you won't do something stupid like that Glen had done. ~~I wish you'd look at me, really look at me, and say my name~~ Yes, that was rather idiotic. He should have started the fires later.

I got myself killed getting a Vincent out of the mansion, how ironic. He yelled at me, I think. I yelled back at him, I wonder why my hair still hasn't grown back. It's making me very easy to tell apart from the others. Pretending is easier.

You know, that Jack? The one who ended the Tragedy? He'd be perfect for a Glen. I think he'd be everything a Glen ever wanted, except for the fact that he's taken. (I thought of wedding rings for them! But I don't know Barma's emblem. I'll have to ask.) Why am I saying this? ~~Can I be that Jack? I promise I'll be good and not be noisy and follow everything you say, just like always~~ I don't know, I feel dizzy nowadays. But I can't really rest, I have to look after that old git.

I should check up on him, shouldn't I? Is it weird if I watch people sleep?

~~I don't...~~ I'm not sure. Maybe I should check up on Gilbert and Vincent instead. I'll bring the scissors.

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4/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

I lo

~

They call me Jill, now. (But they called me Jack, too.) I don't even know who I am at this point.
I still love you, though. That will never ever change, you know that? I can see it in Jack's eyes, when I ask him.

One of these days I'll ask him to choose between you and Mister Rufus. And he'll hesitate, because he's like that. A bleeding heart. (He's really nice. He tries so, so, hard, love, and I think

oh, wait, the ink is drying and I'm l~aughing)

We're the same. We're both Jacks. And if Mister Rufus ever found out the depth and extent of his lover's emotional attachments to the man who killed him

~~At least, I think he doesn't know yet. I want to watch. I don't have any problems with wanting to steal Rufus away. I just want to see the truth (and maybe they'll stop lying, then.)~~

And! I made a new friend. Two of them. Mister Break and Shelly, isn't it grand? She's a descendant of the Rainsworth dukedom - they have a greater network of eyes-and-ears than Barma's, that's saying something. It's interesting.

(I try very hard not to think of you when Mister Rufus hovers over me like that. It's hard. But I really do want to move forw

oh, who am I kidding

but I want to believe what Jack says because it hurts a lot less and I'm so, so, so tired)

And I
it'ssssss

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???////ssssssa

Current Mood: crushed

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3/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

I want to go home.

At least I had you there, Glen. Even if we were lying to each other...I think...I was happy. I would still have killed you, and we would both have died, and it would be the end.

But I can't die here. I can't even...I'm so pathetic.

I killed a girl. I think she was a Nightray. Shelly ran from me. I think Gilbert will never come near a Jack again. Lacie - I won't touch her. I promised you I won't.

Looking Glass is gone. I can't find him. I knew having the duke was too good to be true. Jack hates me. I don't know why it hurts so much, but it does. I'm jealous. He's - they're so happy together -- ~~Why couldn't we~~

Is this what hopelessness feels like?

I'll sleep, Glen. And I hope I never wake up again.
I hope that you and Lacie would finally have your happy ending.
I love you so, so, so, so much.

Good night, my dearest, my everything.

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[wip] ic ❥ 100 question meme

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2/? ❥ ic ❥ letters jack will never send

I love you.

I can't write very well; my fingers are still raw, and part of a nail fell off earlier, but I have to remember this. Quickly. Before I fall apart. Because I know I will. Ha! I never thought that

I love you, all right? I always, always

~~I really wish I could die~~

Everybody lies, Glen. Lied. Looking Glass said he'd protect me. Mister Rufus said that it would all be better if I let you go, if I tried, just tried, to get along, to protect everyone else. I even made a truce (kind of) with Lacie! But I think that other Jack was kind of right, though.

And then you strangled me. I really wanted to change. I didn't want to die ~~back then~~ because I could - because Looking Glass said that he loved me. I think I loved him, too. I didn't want to lose him. He was my friend. (I think.)

Just think of it! My first friend in twenty-five years.

Was he?

I don't know.

I know you lied, too. Remember when I killed you? You said it was going to be okay. It's not okay it's not okay it's not not not not okay

It's okay if it's you, Glen. I love you. Even if you hate me, even if you don't think of me as Jack, I still love you.

Do you want me to dress up, corset and all, like I did back then? You liked it when I kept my hair loose. I'll wear the cologne you bought me, even if it's a ladies' brand. (She smells like it, I know. She smells very nice. Was that why you kept embracing me that day?) I won't talk when you drag me into your bedroom. It's hard to pretend I'm ~~a girl~~ her when you hear my voice, right?

I'm sorry, I can't sing, see. All I can do is make music. Sorry. Won't you take me back? Please? I promise I'll be good and quiet and I'll give you everything. My life. If I could die at your hands ~~again~~ ~~over and over~~ ~~smiling~~, I'd be happy.

I think I love you. Still. I love you.

Oh. I think another nail broke off. My bandages are bleeding. I don't think I'll be able to make another watch ever again. Will this

I don't know exactly why I

You know, I think I died the first time I woke up. It's all blurry. I think I wanted to see Looking Glass again (because he loved me) and Mister Rufus (because I like to play games with him) and Vincent (because. because. I miss him.), so I tried to get out. Maybe I died again. I think I'm losing count. I've never wanted to die so much before. Soil smells good. A little.

I don't know if I'll ever get the taste out of my mouth

I'm sorry. I think I'll taste like soil now.

Everything hurts, Glen. I don't know how to make it feel better. Nobody knows how.

I love you, okay? Take care of yourself. Just say the word and I'll be there.

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ic ❥ by the numbers

Eleven hours after Glen had strangled him to unconsciousness, Jack wakes up, eight feet under soil. At first, he is disoriented; the total darkness, the lack of air, and the crushing weight confuse him - but then something slimy wriggles past his hand, and he instinctively gasps.

The action fills his mouth with dirt. Jack tries to scream, and the effort of the whole thing makes him pass out.

Fifteen minutes later, he wakes up once again. He tries to claw at the dirt; the soil is densely packed. He manages to dig around for seven minutes before passing out once again.

He's woken up by a beetle crossing the bridge of his nose. Jack thinks of death for the first time, closes his eyes, and waits. He passes out in three minutes, and asphyxiates in five.

Nineteen hours and twenty-one minutes after Glen strangled him, Jack awakens seven and two-thirds of a foot underground. There is the initial rush of sheer disappointment, and the chilling realisation that if the Mansion will not allow him to die permanently, he will remain here, choking, struggling for breath, for eternity.

Panic settles in, and he breathes in dirt and soil, hands frantically scrabbling at anything. His left ring finger's nail catches on a buried branch and is ripped violently from the bed.

Jack screams again, but the sound is muffled by soil rushing in. He passes out within thirty seconds. He suffocates within four minutes. Twenty-one hours and one minute after Glen strangled him, he resurrects. He realises his wounds are recovered, but he's still underground, and he still cannot breathe.

Glen's face flashes before his eyes. Jack knows that he is crying; the tears are lost in the damp earth.

One full day after Glen had strangled him, Jack has died at least four times, by the painful compression of suffocation, and the lightheadedness of oxygen loss. He's clawed and pushed his way through six inches.

A day and a half after Glen had strangled him, he has lost count. He's ripped off all of his nails at least once, and while his mind tries to wave the pain off, since it's happened so many times, every time he resurrects, the pain starts anew, and his body convulses.

A day and a half and one minute after Glen had strangled him, Jack remembers the Looking Glass' face. He remembers the words that the Chain had told him, even after he knew what he was. He remembers that he said okay even if Jack had hurt him.

He remembers what it's like to have a friend.

Seven minutes later, the tears are still wet on his face, and Jack is dead once again.

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