#jadcwest

❝so it’s like, ‘note to self: stab wounds hurt’, right? and then two days later, i get stabbed again!❞ he drops his shirt so that he can throw up his arms, head shaking in disbelief as he looks at jade.  ❝’cause like, what are the odds? twice in one week?❞ it’s been an ongoing process, describing each of his scars to her.  some of them are easy, like the ones he got from being an arrogant piece of shit, and some of them are hard, like all the ones from his dad, but he’s getting there.  ❝still, i got six thousand dollars that time, so it was technically a win.❞ // @jadcwest

he’s perched on the top of the train, literally up to his elbows in the wiring for the interior lights when he sees her.  ❝jade!❞ his voice rings out a little louder than he would have imagined it to, and he looks a little abashed before he withdraws his hands, moving to the edge of the train and dropping down onto his stomach so his head hangs over, face a riot of oil and dirt smudges.  ❝fancy meeting you here.❞  // @jadcwest

    oh !!  thank you so much !!   while i but a lot of work into these, i used psd pack, which is amazing, i swear by it. i don’t have time to look it up right now,  but if anyone wants the psd pack, i’ll look for the download post !!

❝if it gets hotter i’m going to die.❞ he states it like it’s an all out fact, as though he genuinely, legitimately will die if the heat continues.  at this point, he’s not sure it isn’t a fact, actually.  still, it gives him an excuse to not have his shirt on, which is a double win, because one, he gets to tease jade with his, frankly, beautiful body, and two, the welts on his back don’t have to have any sort of fabric against them.  kind of works against him in that the sweat stings like a bitch, but win some lose some.  it’s what he gets for breaking a glass, apparently.  ❝heat stroke.  you’ll miss me when i’m gone.❞ // @jadcwest

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