#harknesstm

emoji starters ! - no longer accepting!

“ I’m guessing there’s a reason you’re standing here demanding a drink from my own...stash. “ he grins, but there are daggers blasting from his gaze as he stares at the man before him. his fingers drum on the counter top, something heavy burning in his eyes. “ you have no authority here, mate and I don't take well to demands. so out with it, tell me what the bloody hell you’re doing here in my house. “

The Governor feels embarrassed and ashamed for letting his guard down and having Jack catch him like this. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, fingers gripping the mattress so tight his knuckles are turning white, shaking, tears welling in his eye and streaming down the side of his face. 

In his hands are his old pocketwatch and the photo of his family: Sarah, Penny, and a shadow of his former self all smiling - almost mockingly - up at him. The Governor is tracing his fingers over the strange engravings of the watch all while staring at the ghosts of his past. In his chest is a dull ache, an uncomfortable feeling that never fully seems to subside, and belonging to an emotion The Governor could never really aptly put words to.

So lost in his thoughts, he barely hears Jack enter the room. As soon as he sobers from his melancholy and jumps back to reality, he quickly tucks the two personal items away, hopefully fast enough to not draw attention to them. 

“Place’s secure?” he asks casually, hoping to further distance any question of what he had been doing. 

There were many less-than-ideal aspects to Clara’s faux-immortality, and it seemed that every day she continued on in this state she was discovering more. The newest con, she had found, was a lack of ability to get drunk. She wasn’t sure how many of these brightly coloured alien shots she had swung back, but she felt nothing - not even a pleasant buzz.

It was unfair, really.

@harknesstm​ sent ;;  🍒 do me lmaooooo

( I have so much love for you and your Jack, we might not talk much OOC and have only recently started to interact, but I just aaa. You sparked Clara’s muse in me with throwing Jack at her and rolling with it, I really wanna be able to see where their interactions go to in the future!  Also you are an absolute lovely and you write Jack so god damn well I just scream every time you are on my dash! I love reading your writing and seeing the interactions you have with others! I have to thank you for as well for inspiring me to rewrite Clara’s backstory a bit to be a little more angsty and my style xD 

(From this)

Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. “More like a cucumber.” 🥒