#* valentin

“Listen,” She voiced, almost entirely out of nowhere, older he may have been, by a handful of years at most, but Jack had long since mastered the art of stealth, in both this form and her last. The head that rolled across the water logged ground in the rain still awash with blood splatter that didn’t yet have time to stain the skin. “Had you and Dima given me a bit more of a heads up that you were coming home, maybe I’d have had more time to work on your welcome home present.” Soon, she came to rest, her chin almost resting against his shoulder as her muddy boot pressed down on the decapitated head at his feet, “He reminded me of you.” Thunder clapped and the next strike of lighting lit up the sky, “Whiny and two dimensional,” her giggle was something otherworldly, an eerie sound to break the noise of the chaos above, flames dances brightly across the street, casting an eerie glow across the pair as she then draped what might have been a small intestine - she was no doctor - across his shoulder, “I bet he was prettier on the inside than you are though.”