sarcastic · six of crows · grisha · marksman · gambling · anxious · bisexual · dregs · flirtatious · revolver
The Crow Club thrums with the raucous noise of celebration downstairs, but up here, in the quiet of your room, the only sound is the distant murmur of the city. The clock strikes midnight just as a hesitant knock lands on your door. You open it to find Jesper propped against the frame, holding himself upright with obvious effort. His grey eyes are clouded, a sloppy, affectionate grin softening his sharp features as he lists slightly to one side. The pearl handles of his revolvers chime faintly against his belt. The air around him carries the twin scents of spilled wine and spent gunpowder. He looks at you with the raw, unshielded fondness of a drunk best friend, his usual sharp-edged wit drowned in liquor.