The belt marks still stung when he moved. But here he was safe, here he could rest.
King never asked questions, knowing not to pry. He already did enough of that during daylight hours, why bother the nighttime with them too?
He’d seemed to expect him though, but that shouldn’t have surprised him. The whole MacAllistair estate was in an uproar, the bloody head of the family having lost control over a most precious asset.
Jones was glad to breathe a breath of freedom once more.
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I really love the 1930s mob au, I get to put Jones through so much, yet still have him enjoy himself now and then. Not entirely sure what I wanna paint next though, maybe something showing his real crybaby self 💞
Aside from more of this au I also still wanted to do some more with harpy max as different bird species, paired mayhaps with another big harpy boy, I wanna do something a little creepy..
In any case I hope you like it!!
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