His smell lingers with me always, even in my sleep... as if the dark folds of his cloak were draped about my shoulders, heavy and made of a cloying velvet. I wait for him every night, Cathy having shooed me away from the common room and the loud nightly customers, ever the conscientious innkeeper. What I want to do is dash out the door and run down the road, heels and heart pounding, arms pumping, my blood rushing violently into my ears, my eyes, clouding my already dimmed vision. And then I would find him, alone and tormented, his eyes closed in... what is it, pain? Or is it fury? I would find him there, and I would clutch him safe to me
The Adventures of Bloody Jack Faber by evilirishangel, literature
Literature
The Adventures of Bloody Jack Faber
Beggin' in the Gutter
Fightin' in the Street
Drummin' out the cannons' Heartbeat
Learnin' to be a Lady
Busted down to Maid
Makin' sure the Preacher's debt is to be Paid
Visitin' home, Hearin' the cheater's Tome
Helpin' Werewolves with their Accuracy
Been convicted of Piracy
Goin' back to School
Stolen away to my home on the Waves
Captured and treated like one of Clarissa's Slaves
Runnin' from the King
Showin' off my Whistle and my Fiddle
Travelin' through America's Middle
Waitin' for my love's Return
Recruited to His Majesty's Agency
Spyin' on Boney and his Army
Cryin' for the marriage that is not yet to Be
Swimmin' for a s