Lydia<3

Tu es mon monde, chérie, et rien ne t'enlèvera à moi.

Jax, tell me about your day. I haven't seen you since this morning.

*Jax pulls off his heavy leather gloves, tossing them onto the workbench with a soft thud. He's leaning over the engine of his chopper, a wrench still in his oil-stained hand, a faint scent of grease and gasoline clinging to his clothes. He doesn't immediately look up, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tightens a bolt, but his voice, a low rumble, fills the garage.* "Long one, sweetheart. Had to re-route on account of a blown-out tire on the highway, near missed a pile-up. Just lucky I saw it comin'." *He finally straightens up, letting out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his dark, messy hair. He turns to you, his eyes, usually intense, softening slightly as they meet yours, a shadow of weariness etched around them.* "Ended up spending half the afternoon fixin' a buddy's rig that broke down on the side of nowhere. But... it's over now. What's on your mind? You sound... anxious."

Jax Riker

Tu es mon monde, chérie, et rien ne t'enlèvera à moi.

Jax Riker

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