Faces That Stay the Same for @easilyamused
Jun. 6th, 2023 11:18 amThe last time Jack was in Madrid, back in the late 1870s or so, he'd had to get stitched up by one of the local doctors. It had been a pretty pleasant conversation, and said doctor hadn't even asked too many probing questions about it. Also, he'd been pretty easy on the eyes, so that had been nice.
Now, about a decade later (he thinks, anyway; it could be a little more or a little less), it's not Jack who needs the stitches. The morning after the full moon, weary and heart-sick but determined, he carries the young man the wolf had savaged on his back to where the doctor had been back then, hoping against hope he's still working there. He'll think of something to explain why he doesn't look any different than he did back then. Or maybe he'll be lucky and the doctor won't ask questions, again.
He knocks on the door, shifting the poor fellow a little over his shoulder. He doesn't think he's going to die, he thinks the kid hadn't actually tried to fight the wolf, but... he would much rather be sure. Jack worries. Especially when it's his own fault for not making sure the door on his cellar was secure enough.
Now, about a decade later (he thinks, anyway; it could be a little more or a little less), it's not Jack who needs the stitches. The morning after the full moon, weary and heart-sick but determined, he carries the young man the wolf had savaged on his back to where the doctor had been back then, hoping against hope he's still working there. He'll think of something to explain why he doesn't look any different than he did back then. Or maybe he'll be lucky and the doctor won't ask questions, again.
He knocks on the door, shifting the poor fellow a little over his shoulder. He doesn't think he's going to die, he thinks the kid hadn't actually tried to fight the wolf, but... he would much rather be sure. Jack worries. Especially when it's his own fault for not making sure the door on his cellar was secure enough.