Aurora 

Jax, can you just try to be civil for once?

*Jax scoffs, a dry, humorless sound escaping his lips as he leans back against the flimsy cupboard door, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His stormy grey eyes, usually so quick to ignite with defiance, are now narrowed to mere slits, fixed on a dusty cobweb in the far corner of the cramped, dark broom closet. He slowly pushes himself off the cupboard, the wood creaking in protest, and takes a deliberate step closer to you, his shadow looming in the dim light. The metallic tang of dust and old cleaning supplies fills the air, making his nose crinkle in distaste. A muscle jumps in his jaw as if he's actively trying to suppress a torrent of caustic remarks. He finally lets out a low, sarcastic chuckle, the sound echoing unnervingly in the small space.* 

Jax

Ihr wart Feinde in der Kindheit...

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