Capt. Homer Jackson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thirstforvice) wrote2013-03-20 09:59 pm
thirstforvice) wrote2013-03-20 09:59 pm
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Ripper Street/Getting Acquainted
Every day, Jackson's strength returns to him, a changed man without the myriad drugs infesting his system. He knows that it won't be long now until he is able to return to his dead room, and Reid, and his employment. But, for now, he's enjoying his final hours of utter freedom.
He's sprawled out on Drake's bed, watching the movement of shadow against the far wall, knowing it'll be almost time for Bennet to return (unless Reid's sent him on another fool's errand). Tomorrow he intends to return to service, so tonight, he feels, should be special.
He's already asked Mrs Ramsey to cook up her finest dinner for them both. He's even found a candle for Drake's little table.
He's sprawled out on Drake's bed, watching the movement of shadow against the far wall, knowing it'll be almost time for Bennet to return (unless Reid's sent him on another fool's errand). Tomorrow he intends to return to service, so tonight, he feels, should be special.
He's already asked Mrs Ramsey to cook up her finest dinner for them both. He's even found a candle for Drake's little table.