#andbreathe: jen
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@andbreathe replied to your post “Comment for a starter in Billly's Run Away...”:
for jen :)
"What are you doing here?" Billy asked. The bus stop was no place for a woman like Jen. Sure, he blended in fine, but Jen had the sort of refinement that just didn't seem to settle in at a Greyhound lot. His backpack lay at his feet, but Scratchy was in his crate on the seat next to him, so he leaned back instead of to the side, arms crossing. "I thought you'd be done with all this coven stuff."
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"Don't worry, I'm not here to haunt you Jen."
#verse: the ghost#andbreathe#agatha spoilers#((Hey hope my choice of Jen is okay! I haven't gotten to interact with her or an Alice yet.))
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❛ you behave, i’ll behave. ❜ - jen :)
BOSTON, 1922. they're in a backroom downtown, all velvet tufting and mediocre jazz, and fuck, but it's been awhile. clearly jennifer's memory is long, though, and sharp when it comes to agatha, like so many are. that's the problem with infamy, the chief one in witching circles - witches don't forget. they hold grudges that fester and ferment and rot, and then they tell their covens, and then ...
" alright, alright - " hissing through her teeth, agatha lays a hand on jennifer's arm, squeezing just tightly enough to hurt. " listen, don't look now, but that schmuck in the corner's got it in for you. paid me a pretty penny to see you bound. "
[ she was never going to follow through. upfront payment only, and a standard memory-altering charm slipped in the man's breast pocket for good measure. her personal hatred notwithstanding, because agatha is not most witches, and she can think about it on more levels than just the one ... jennifer is a necessary evil. ]
#hi im filled with rage and fixing it hope youre well#au obviously but like SHIT#ic answered.#andbreathe#andbreathe / jen.#v tbt.
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@andbreathe asked: "Oh - okay - we're hugging about this, okay." - from jen
"Yeah," Billy said. His voice was muffled against her shoulder. He knew he shouldn't, he didn't have the right. She'd saved his life, and - "I thought I killed you."
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