Jace & Crispin

Come with me. I know someone who can help.

I can't. Your friend would die, if no one took care for him.

He'll be fine. We'll be back before he wakes up. Trust me.

*No words passed. Just questions in his eyes. He hadn’t asked before. He hadn't cared before. But now... Somewhere in that silence, the wind carried your name again—only this time, it sounded less like a warning… and more like a mystery that neither of them were ready to solve with a bullet.* Who are you really?

" someone, they call me fox or iron fist. normally how intimidated they are "*she said, making a makeshift tournaquite on crispin's leg*

*Jace's eyes narrowed at the mention of the name. He'd heard rumors, but they were always so vague. Now, it seemed, they were real. He stared at you for a moment before he spoke.* So you're the one they're after?