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He puts up a bit of a fight at first-- even though he doesn’t mind this? It’s just an automatic reaction. Same with the sound that can only be described as a dying rabbit though, as soon as he’s perched on Jon’s shoulders, he’s silent. 

Gloved hands rest gently atop Jon’s head as Jervis peers one way.

Then the other.

--and that’s when his lips peel back to show off those large, pearly whites as a sharp giggle escapes him. Hands reaching into the air.

“AH!!! Oh, frabjous day! CALOOH CALLAY!!!” He straightens himself out-- nice and comfy in his perch on the other man’s shoulders. “A view of all the things set before me-- a new way to be and a new way to play. Unstoppable! Manxome! Who needs a Jabberwock-- be off be gone! Whiffling and burbling my Fear-King friend and me!”

Whatever way the wind is blowing, J seems perfectly charming towards Scarecrow. Perhaps since he has already acted out any aggression towards the fellow rogue, he feels no animosity.

Send 📚 and be recommended a book (or a few) that Shiloh thinks your muse will enjoy!

"Abarat, and Abarat: Days of Magic Nights of War by Clive Barker. The third one isn't as good, and the second makes for a decent place to end it.

 I feel like you'd like Christopher Carrion and his pet nightmares, which he feeds his enemies to. Its a very dark series, especially considering its supposed to be for children or young adults. If you read it go for the original, illustrated copies if you can. The paintings are gorgeous and surreal. It's fantasy, but the sort of dark, deadly whimsical you found in the late eighties or nineties. 

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It had been dearest Jack who had been so kind to telegram the other doctors in her time of need. He’d spoken to Arthur then to her mother about bringing in others and when the decision had been made, Lucy Westenra had been nearly brought to tears with the love she had for the good Dr. Seward, even when she had chosen another man over him, he’d still cared so much for her. 

Words are far weaker than ever before, yet the once lively socialite offered the newest doctor a weak smile. Her skin was far too pale for that of a healthy girl in her twenties and her gums, even noticeable when she spoke, were far too drawn back.