#*i'm sorry

The figure is perched above him, eerily silent and still for being something human shaped - vaguely feminine - the only thing that would be out of place, is their eyes are fogged over like they were a corpse. Otherwise their face is covered, wrapped in dark cloth and leather across their body. 

Cassia had tied him after she found his unconscious body, as she wasn’t sure of what do with him otherwise - so she fell back into her old ways.  Interrogate. “Who are you?” Her voice was raspy, dry - but not in a sickened or elderly way - unfortunately, being what she was meant her resurrection wasn’t perfect.

“How did you get here?”

The captain never expected to hear from him again. Frankly he was okay with that since the last time they saw one another he was being buried alive by Gray and John. Yes he helped Jack to stop his brother but still he was annoyed by the other for multiple reason. He dialed the number to not be rude or upset until he heard the other end of the line pick up.

   “Alright y’ son of a bitch.” So much for being calm. “Where th’ hell are ya, why th’ hell are ya callin’, and when th’ hell c’n I kick your ass?”

; hi hello hi it’s your boy Stressed™ and i’m seriously kicking myself for doing this. with all the influx of replies and my anxious ass i’m gonna have to cut back on threads. i love everyone and all the threads we have but lately i haven’t been able to keep muse for very long. if i could keep everything i would.

✱ that’s all i could do

✱ that’s all i can do when i’m like that