Jessica froze for a moment, she was not expecting that one.
“I’m fine drinking out of the bottle.” She growled, using her free hand to pry her wrist free.
“The hell. What the actual hell.”
As she pulled her arm back, he caught her wrist. Pulling her injured palm back toward him.
“Shame about the glass. Ya got another one?” He asked before bringing his face down to her hand and licking the crimson liquid that stained it.
@BESTIALSADISM Unlike him she doesn’t have a healing factor so she cusses, pulling her bleeding hand back.
“Damnit! Fuck I don’t feel like getting stitches again…”
@notthedevilofHK as she actually tried to go to sleep.
After about half an hour or so, for once, she actually was asleep. Curled up, without the covers over her in the corner of the matress.
@notthedevilofHK as if to asure herself that he wasn't moving or coming towards her.
Looking back at the bed, she momentarily considered climbing out the window. Though matt probably would follow if she did.
Climbing into the bed, she curled up in a small ball, closing her eyes+
@notthedevilofHK well, she actually did. Not that she'd share how with Matt.
"I'll give it 30 minutes, if I can't sleep, I'm going." Part of her was already anxious about the idea of sleeping in someone else's dwelling, let alone sleeping and dreaming about killgrave again.
@notthedevilofHK Jessica let out a deep sigh. There was no way he was going to let go of the topic so she might as well give it a shot.
"30 minutes." she said with a grumble, dropping her bag back onto his table and walking towards his bedroom as if she already knew the layout of the apartment+
"If you are surprised about the very COMMON knowledge in Gotham, that I have a club, then you are clearly up for a whole lot of more surprises, dear!" 🐧
{ starter for @FACEY0URFEARS }
Gotham, a new start or it’s supposed to be. Walking through the city and watching the people around her, it surely didn’t feel very different from New York. No, it felt as much as a city with crime and crap on the pavement and New York. +
@FACEY0URFEARS Person would look for.
Finally she sat down, hoping to bleed the clock by not saying anything and crossing her arms and legs, glaring daggers at Crane.
Her lips a thin line, her Raven hair cast around her face. She was a spitting image of depression on legs+