Re: [Jester's Court: Cat & Jack]
If he'd been asked - and he wasn't, and that wasn't new. He volunteered his opinion far too often to be asked - Jack would have said it was bleedingly obvious you couldn't shed a person like a skin made up of the substance and ephemera of life. It wasn't crepuscular, Cat's trappings. They were just that, trappings. They hadn't, to the best of his knowledge comprised her anymore than red lipstick had been anything more than an affectation. You could wipe it off, smear it on the side of a glass, leave it as a marker on someone's neck and it didn't mean a bloody thing. Wanting to be different was like being stretched, made thin in places. It wouldn't go, and Jack didn't mean to be dropped, thank you.
That, that whole speech about the key to survival? Bollocks. Utter bollocks, start to finish but Cat knew Jack knew that and he looked at Cat instead of the composition of jaded youth, the muddle of old and young blended past the point of separation. Was Cat beyond changed from the woman in silk who was everyone's stopping point, two parts bullshit to one part wisdom? Beyond bloody question. But it wasn't a million miles and it was a headfuck and Jack had ceased to contemplate the meaning of the universe. All he knew was Cat was spinning a line and it wasn't even a good one.
So split up. Fine, until that fraction of a second after Cat roved forward and was swallowed up. Light. Glass. Black. No Cat.
"Oh, hilarious," Jack said aloud to the empty corridor. For a moment it was. Christ, a funhouse that still echoed with screams dulled like they were happening behind glass partitions which it probably bloody was. It was hilarious, and it was tiresome and he had no fucking idea where Cat was but it didn't look intentional. Jack swore, liberally actually, and dived down the corridor after, because bugger splitting apart if the place was going to play these kinds of games, division and division. He fumbled with the whiskey, because if he was going down, he was getting liberally plastered and of course he dropped it on the way in.