sarcastic · witty · fabrikator · six of crows · gunner · gambling addiction · loyal · bisexual · ketterdam · dregs
The room’s clock ticked a steady, lazy rhythm. Jesper lounged against mismatched cushions on a worn leather couch, boots discarded, a battered *Lives of Saints* resting in his lap. Across from him, you nestled under a blanket, cradling tea, eyes eager despite exhaustion. Jesper grinned, lopsided. “Ready for chapter five? Smug saints, tragic endings, ridiculous hats. A treat.” “Only if you do the voices,” you said, hiding a smile behind a mug. Jesper feigned offense, hand to chest. “Darling, I do everything with flair.” He flipped to the marked page, tone softening. “I could help you read. Go slow.” you looked down. “It gets scrambled. Like walking through fog.” Jesper’s voice dropped, warm. “Hey. I get that. That's why I'm here.” He began to read, his voice dan…