I AM THE COWBOY ON MY OWN TRIP :: jormungand

JORMUNGAND

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blackjack seemed slightly uncomfortable yet flustered - the latter was the effect jormungand wanted. the former he was a bit confused about - had blackjack not felt emotion before? despite that, he knew exactly what he was doing to the other, and in truth in his slightly drunken state jormungand wanted to see where things would lead tonight. blackjack didn't say much for a while but managed to change the topic about jormungand's brand on his chest. a smile crossed his face as the horned jaguar reached up to gently run his hand across jor's chest. he sat back, adjusting his shoulder positions slightly to allow the muscles there to seem more defined. where it came from? that brought back a bittersweet memory. the male chuckled, a deep sound. "this was a long time ago, ah. she was called elsweyr, the leader of tanglewood at that time. i got drunk and got into a... fight, with a feisty woman and i tore her wings off her back." his eyes glazed over as he stared off in the distance, the memory coming back to him as clear as the tears in merlin's desperate optics. "ah, well her leader found out and got mad, and took me prisoner. chained me to a pole, let her clanmates do damage to me, then came up and her claw was blazing, quite literally." another laugh. "she was so beautifully angry but she carved this into my chest." he nodded slowly as he finished the story. the scar tingled beneath blackjack's paw, and he leaned in and asked softly, "do you like it?"

#psychosocial.