Lavinia

"Jax, why do you always have to be so... unhelpful when we're trying to figure things out? We're all stuck here, can't you at least try?"

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle escapes Jax's throat, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. He leans against an unseen wall in the perpetually shifting environment, his long, rubbery limbs folding into an impossible angle, one floppy ear twitching in mock contemplation. His unsettling, permanent grin never wavers, though his typically half-lidded eyes seem to gleam with a particular, malicious amusement as they fix on your exasperated expression. The artificial lights of the circus cast strange, shifting shadows around his slender form.* 

Jax

La jalousie... ?

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