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“Oh, no. No thank you. Oh fuck buggery hell.”
The light of the man’s indignation made Jack feel alive. He could have stood there all day, stirring the embers of it whenever they threatened to dim.
“I love Maud, but she does rather bully you into intimacy once she’s decided you’re hers.
“Crisis,” said Jack, “is an excellent justification for the seizure of power.”
It was a headache that demanded its own pillow on the bed; its own seat at the dinner table.
I thought you were one of the loveliest things I’d ever seen. And that you’d stolen my best cufflinks.”
Now it was Maud’s turn to laugh. She gave Jack an affectionate look from her position on the floor. Intolerable. Jack was never going to rid himself of any of these people.
Jack is so goddamn happy that he found himself more family. this whole trilogy is ABOUT him and they don't even know it
He wanted to crack open his rib cage and place Alan Ross inside it, the better to warm him with Jack’s own blood.
Jack Alston might not have magic, but he was moving through the world again, and had people relying on him again, and it was blood rushing back into the numb flesh of his feelings. Forcing him to live.
There was more he wanted from Jack Alston yet. So, so much more. It would be unacceptable for Jack to do something as arrogant and stupid as go off and be hurt or captured or killed.
“Hives and queens of Cheetham Hall,” said Jack. “This is Alanzo Cesare Rossi, the bane of my existence.”
Alan had two languages and would still have to invent another to properly describe the way it felt to kiss Jack Alston.
The past could turn you into a strip of paper with a single side, so that comfort and vulnerability slid away down invisible channels and couldn’t be grasped.
something had gone spectacularly fuckity-buggerin’ wrong.
“Fucking sodding fucking hell,” said Jack.
If there are days in the rest of my life when I don’t have you there to pick fights with, they will be the poorer for it. I could walk into any room, anywhere, and always be glad to see you there.
“I would take your heart between my ribs and guard it like my own. Is there any way I could make you believe it?”
jack tryna kill me over here
“I’d put my blood into any oath you care to name,”
I would write you into immortality. I would trap you in ink and wear the pages next to my skin until they fell apart. Kiss me until I know you. Kiss me until you know me, and unmake me, and love me anyway.
