...perhaps he was mistaken, seldom that may be. had confidence not been his forte, he would relent, assuming this man's identity otherwise of no intrigue. still, he entertains the notion of an erroneous supposition with a brief turn of head, giving glance towards the ascended podium overlooking the court, where another had taken seat.
well then — incorrect after all, albeit in title alone. lavender eyes narrow, as if his very glance could part the dark strands obscuring identification. ❝ but... you are… ❞ his words wilt where they stand, mouth ajar amidst contemplation. ( who are we, if not our appellations? ) ❝ ...fine, ❞ should it please this peculiar personality, he would speak only of the corpse, the body of the hour.
...at least, until session's end, where jack made haste, hoping to blindside the mortician once more in private, the man's nerves be damned. ❝ ... i did not think i would ever see you behind the stand—the witness stand—jekyll. ❞
﹙ @nildejure ⎯⎯ ✎ ﹚
