"Breakfast sounds wonderful," Bond said, indulging in a long, hard stretch
before getting up out of bed. He was fit, well toned, and his skin was a
map of scars that spoke of a violently lived life. The most prominent one
being, of course, the scar on his shoulder where he'd been shot with the
depleted uranium round.
"Feed your darlings," he said. "I'll see to Jack."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
branchandroot
no subject
Date: 2018-04-14 08:15 am (UTC)"Breakfast sounds wonderful," Bond said, indulging in a long, hard stretch before getting up out of bed. He was fit, well toned, and his skin was a map of scars that spoke of a violently lived life. The most prominent one being, of course, the scar on his shoulder where he'd been shot with the depleted uranium round.
"Feed your darlings," he said. "I'll see to Jack."