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Helping flight attendant

This art I made special for my friend at France, she is a flight attendant 😊 she is really love my Jack and his story I create. In this blogs and awakeningofthedeath 😀.

Too bad she doesnt have Tumblr account but she have Instagram, surely I will tagg this for her 😊

"Our journey isn't perfect but it's ours and i'll stick with you until the end..." -Jack theLad-

{Thanks, honey. ♥ I’mgoing to be heading to the store soon (I hope) and hope to get medicine tofight this crap off. X-x So here’s hoping. ♥}

JacobIt was a tough decision in the end. Jack was like a son tohim, but seeing the woman he loved beaten to near death there on their bedroomfloor, Jacob went numb and ended Jack’s life in a heated battle to save his(S/O)’s.

She was barely able to move when he cautiously placed his armsabout her to try and urge her to his chest. “By God,” he breathed in worry, hishand to her cheek to try and advise her to look at him. “Love, can you hear me?”he asked, frantically digging into his trench coat pocket to pull out his handkerchiefand attempt to clean the blood from her face, being mindful of her lips as hedid so. He was worried to shake her, but he couldn’t help but fret over herwellbeing as he gently did so to try and rouse her. “(S/O)…Come on, stay withme!”

It was there she began to move, coughing and tensing at thefeel of Jacob being nearby as her eyes had yet to open to reveal who had her. Herbreathing erratic and strained, Jacob shushed her to try and make her settleunder his hold.

“It’s just me, love,” he spoke softly near her ear, bringingher closer to his chest while crumpling the blooded handkerchief in his hand. Withher calming down, he kept her in a gentle embrace, swaying back and forth tolet her know she was safe now and calming his own heart to let himself know shewas alive.

EvieMore than anything, she wanted to scold her…tell her she wasbarking mad to go off and attack Jack without her, but a part of her wonderedif she’d even get that chance. When the Master Assassin found her lover therelying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, Evie thought for sure she hadlost her…lost the woman she loved to the madman that had reigned terror down inWhitechapel.

Hurrying there to her wounded lover, she pulled her toattention in a desperate need to know if she was still even breathing. “(S/O)…?”she called, noticing the blood, which nearly covered a good portion of herlover’s right side of her face, and trying to do away with it with her glovedhands. “Please tell me you’re alive,” she gasped, looking over her eagerly tonotice the faint sight of her lover’s chest moving to indicate breathing.

Feeling Evie’s hand upon her cheek brought the battered andbruised woman back to herself ever so slightly as she opened her mouth tospeak, too weary to open her eyes. “E-Evie…?”

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Haha, it is quite fine, dearest. ;) Oh yes, the bad thingabout tumblr—you can only write so much unless you submit something. D: Superannoying.

It is my pleasure to supply~! ;) I am hoping to havereference sheet and better idea for that boy down sometime in the future. Wewill see. In depth reference sheets are killer. :P