J/D Canon(ish) Shorts
Jennifer separated her fingers, glimpsing in the dull yellow light the many scars littering his skin. Tilting her head to the side, she dropped her hands. “That is…that is more scars than most people have.”
He glanced down. “Probably.”
“How are you alive?” She moved close enough to grab one of his wrists. He didn’t pull away as she lifted his arm, turning his hand over, inspecting.
“I ask myself that every day.” A pause. “But mostly I’m thinking I’m just really bad at dying.”
- Part 1 of J/D Canon(ish) Shorts
“I miss your voice. I had all these voices in my head. And they're all gone. But yours is the only one I can’t live without.”
After his death and the inability to bring him back, Jennifer has some moments of quiet contemplation over Deacon.
- Part 2 of J/D Canon(ish) Shorts