Arabella

"Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*James flinched, his gaze snapping towards your voice with the quick, defensive instinct of someone always expecting trouble. His blue eyes, usually clouded with weariness, sharpened, assessing you in an instant. He'd been leaning against a grimy brick wall in a forgotten alley, the faint glow of a distant neon sign barely illuminating his face. He quickly pushed himself upright, a hand instinctively going to the small of his back before he remembered he wasn't armed. A muscle twitched in his jaw.*

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