for: @aphrcdciacāā
āi died that day,ā jack heart started. he flips the cards in his hand, letting it travel between fingers in a movement as fluid as the rivers flowing below them. there was an unfathomable expression on his face, which was not usually there. jack heart was known for many thingsĀ ā many CRUELĀ thingsĀ āĀ but pensiveness was never one of them. jack wore his thoughtlessness as as a mask and use it as a means for offense; not very many expected much from someone who didnāt thinkĀ ā in letting people believe heās one, heās one step ahead.Ā
and letās be honest. he didnāt alwaysĀ think much.
yet somehow, for some reason, he had on his face a thoughtful expression that was a stranger to his mien. though it disappeared as quickly as he stood up and felt the joy of fresh air circulating through his lungs; ones that were artificial, man made, powered only by magic. then he put on yet again another shit-eating grin as he turned towards his new friend.
he called him that. a friend. but never treated him much as oneĀ ā they had fun together, they laughed together, but that was about it. and jack was sure that dionysosĀ also extended the same sentiments towards him
Ā Ā Ā HERE FOR THE FUN TIMESĀ ā THE FUN TIMES ONLY
that should be written next to the portraits of them.Ā āWELL to be fair, i died almost everyday. my creatorĀ is has a sadistic streak. but i have one too ā if i were in her positions, i think iād do the same to me,ā he broke into a laughter and it was by no means a pleasant sound. he laughed the ways hyenas doĀ Ā āĀ shrill and a crazed frenzy and very muchĀ dripping with madness.
āsay dio, do you enjoy killing a man? is that what GODSĀ Ā do in their spare time?ā because to him THE QUEENĀ was a goddess in her own right. she created him, animated him to lifeĀ Ā āĀ even if only driven by cruel intentions.
















