[ this isn’t right. he’s forgetting something, he dreamt, jax knows that, but it’s--
it keeps slipping away from him. that and everything else briefly, jax blinking around in confusion before he pushes himself up to his feet. and nearly falls over, but he catches himself on the edge of his tube. jax curses under his breath, leans over to spit out a wad of blue gunk, like a true goddamn gentleman. he keeps trying to chase the threads of a dream, pull it all back to himself before it fades, but he can’t. all jax has is the idea that he’s losing something important, but he can’t call back anything concrete.
he opts for showering instead. a shower and a cigarette from his locker, but he has more than he’s bargained for there as well. he sits on the edge of the bench and leans forward to rifle through the new items sitting at the bottom of his locker. a hoodie and a t-shirt are chewed to shreds, but everything else is in one piece. cigarette dangling from his lower lip, he pulls out the clothes to reveal what’s left. there’s a bottle of whiskey, but that only gets a cursory glance as jax’s attention fixes on the last two items. ]
Well, I’ll be damned.
[ there’s his father’s manuscript, charred pages bound in a plastic binder, abel’s blue knitted cap resting on top of it. jax sighs around his cigarette, reaches to take out the baby hat first and rub the material through his fingers as he regards the book. ]
I must be something right. I think.
[ unwelcome presents and a forgotten dream. welcome back to the tranquility, jax teller. ]
jax @ lockers
it keeps slipping away from him. that and everything else briefly, jax blinking around in confusion before he pushes himself up to his feet. and nearly falls over, but he catches himself on the edge of his tube. jax curses under his breath, leans over to spit out a wad of blue gunk, like a true goddamn gentleman. he keeps trying to chase the threads of a dream, pull it all back to himself before it fades, but he can’t. all jax has is the idea that he’s losing something important, but he can’t call back anything concrete.
he opts for showering instead. a shower and a cigarette from his locker, but he has more than he’s bargained for there as well. he sits on the edge of the bench and leans forward to rifle through the new items sitting at the bottom of his locker. a hoodie and a t-shirt are chewed to shreds, but everything else is in one piece. cigarette dangling from his lower lip, he pulls out the clothes to reveal what’s left. there’s a bottle of whiskey, but that only gets a cursory glance as jax’s attention fixes on the last two items. ]
Well, I’ll be damned.
[ there’s his father’s manuscript, charred pages bound in a plastic binder, abel’s blue knitted cap resting on top of it. jax sighs around his cigarette, reaches to take out the baby hat first and rub the material through his fingers as he regards the book. ]
I must be something right. I think.
[ unwelcome presents and a forgotten dream. welcome back to the tranquility, jax teller. ]