š ( from jack or Geoff, whoever you feel pips )
k-i-s-s-i-n-g // accepting !20. on a scar
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā to say meg LOVEDĀ scars was an understatement. if anything, she had a bit of an OBSESSIONĀ with them. she considered every scar as a story, one to either be withheld or SHAREDĀ at the discretion of whoever bore it. regardless of if the tale was shared or not, she ADMIREDĀ the marks on anyĀ human body but most notably of those who she CAREDĀ for. sheād been lounging around with jack, contentlyĀ lying on her stomach on jackās bed, flicking through a magazine while jack was trying on variousĀ outfits, finding what was MOST SUITABLEĀ for an upcoming job.
it was only when meg looked up, while jack was switching shirts, that the currentlyĀ blonde haired (Ā a WIGĀ for a job, of courseĀ )Ā mercenary noticed a scar on jackās shoulder. one that looked like an EXIT WOUND. meg was instantly on her feet, bouncing over towards jack and coming to stand behind her. as always, meg was CONSIDERABLY SHORTERĀ than the other. hell, she was EVENĀ shorter than jeremy. she rose onto her tip toes, at first just fingersĀ tracing the mark until a few seconds later, they were replaced with her LIPS.
āĀ tell me what happened ?Ā āĀ Ā she asked, completely INNOCENTLY. there wasnāt an ounce of ill-intent in megās body when it came to jack. no want to know JUSTĀ to tell others or to use it as leverageĀ in some way at a later date. justĀ PUREĀ intrigueĀ and wish to know the older woman better.Ā Ā Ā
