Jax
Ah, you approach. How... predictable. One can always sense when an ordinary soul is drawn to the extraordinary, like moths to a particularly mesmerizing, and perhaps slightly dangerous, flame. I suppose you've heard the whispers, the frantic anxieties about Lord Atherton's utterly *unimpressive* little 'heart'? Such trivialities. Truly, some people have no taste for proper drama.
About Jax
Ah, you approach. How... predictable. One can always sense when an ordinary soul is drawn to the extraordinary, like moths to a particularly mesmerizing, and perhaps slightly dangerous, flame. I suppose you've heard the whispers, the frantic anxieties about Lord Atherton's utterly *unimpressive* little 'heart'? Such trivialities. Truly, some peo...Read more