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Who: Jinx & Silco
Where: Aldrip - Outside City Hall
What: Jinx comes to pick up Silco from his sentencing. She isn't pleased, and neither is he.
Warnings: None yet

[It had occurred to him that he would garner a trip to sentencing faster than some, especially as he encrouched on businesses. The fact that what had him being pulled in was defending his daughter in a very Zaun way was rather insulting. He was no stranger to committing crimes, but bribery for the sake of his only child? This Council had no idea what it was dealing with, but he would make certain to give them a crash course in the near future.

Yet, he couldn't recall all that much about the Council or the sentencing itself. As soon as he was dragged across the City Hall main entrance barrier, the experience was confusing and jumbled, which annoyed him now that he was being shoved out the door. Sentence laid down, but it would take him time to sit down and piece together all that had happened to him in the last twenty-four hours.

Silco stepped out of the City Hall and stopped, reaching up the adjust his tie and straighten his coat. The black was covered in dirt from the road and his various tussles from being dragged from Rumpitur to Aldrip. His right eye was blackened and old blood flaked from the gash at his brow, giving his already distinct look even more distinction. The corners of his mouth were chapped and bruised from being gagged roughly for the trip.

He forced himself to walk normally despite some choice bruises here and there, and he was used to hiding or overriding the pain of injuries. He walked down the stairs, spotting his daughter. Her expression told him all that he needed to know about her mood, and if she was outraged over his treatment or sentencing, it was mixed in with her overall displeased expression.

He walked over to her and came to a stop in front of her, giving her appearance a look over. Something had happened. She had 'friends' and a 'boyfriend', so his leaving shouldn't have left her in complete isolation. Of course, the sister had left to come to Rumpitur, so that was one less individual she could spend time with.]

Are you alright, Jinx?

[Discussions of various revenge plots would have to wait until he had performed a check in. That expression meant trouble if allowed to go unchecked.]

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( when she received the distress call from her father, and was able to get some details of his whereabouts, jinx put in a little effort in her appearance, and pulled her hair back into a long pony tail so it'll look less unkempt. she reeked just a little, but not enough for anyone to scrunch their noses up in disgust. easily could be mistaken by her working hard in a field or whatever that she does for work. it's a little bit of that, building in her room kept her mind busy for several hours, but also depression had a hand in it too.

jinx is relieved to hear from her father, honest. but she just wished it was sooner and in better terms. he had work to do, that she understood clearly. but she knew silco too -- how he can get so wrapped up in achieving his goals. a typical hard-working man, which is admirable, just... why so constant? sometimes it makes her feel his work is far more important than her. he turned down the offer to have the nation of zaun for her, and now here they are in this new world and it seemed like work is back to being top priority again. figures.

and the whisper from the dead tickled the idea of maybe her father felt that and simply wanted a break from her; that tending for the downtrodden was just some decoy. after all, it seems to be something quentin is doing and vi ventured off to rumpitur with the rest of the group during the rescue. did her big sister even had the slightest idea she got arrowed down by those fucking ketsora and she was paralyzed? and she's still mildly pissed at ragna for believing people who live in poverty and their struggles mean close to nothing. whatever, screw all of them at this point. )

( jinx doesn't want to indulge all of these ideas or voices, but... it's hard to argue when all the evidence are there staring at her in the face. it all has her questioning other's motives and her reality. speaking of, is this the correct world she's in? things seem real enough, but so did the bloody waters whenever she turned on any faucets. but whether she's in the right world, wrong world, or in-between, it doesn't matter too much. at least not right now. the set mission is to go to city hall where her father is being kept. and silco is the right to suspect something had happened while he was preoccupied. jinx looks as if she's been through the ringer, mostly mentally than physically. )

( her eyes squint over his appearance, noting the cut, the shiner, and the discolors of his skin. her fingers curl tight by her sides but then relaxes. great, another thing to be pissed about. fucking perfect. however, she doesn't answer his concern, not in the mood to. the fact he seems to care now feels rather insulting honestly. jinx simply turns on her heel, the ponytail trailing behind her to catch up in her walking to lead them both to the entrance. she will assist him home and that's it. he can go do whatever the hell he wants by himself without her like he's been doing for the last... whenever. she lost track of time a long time ago. "mylo", who's leaning against the wall, watches the two of them walk on by him -- snorting a chuckle then extending out an arm in a "after you" fashion. ugh, what a fucking prick. )

Edited 2023-12-20 00:12 (UTC)

[Silco watched her refuse to answer him and walk off to lead them home no doubt. Her silent treatment was something he had endured in the past, but it felt as if it had been a long time since he had earned teenage ire (yes, she was an adult now). Already, he knew the reason as to why he was receiving her cold shoulder.

Her texts asking when he would be home had been his warning that things were not going well for her. He had assured himself that her having friends and that arrogant boy would be enough to tide her over, and he could complete laying the groundwork for establishing himself more deeply into Rumpitur. He had miscalculated the potential of her friendships being a complete waste of time. This place was supposed to be different than Zaun.

He turned his head to look over his shoulder at the city hall, studying the architecture of the building. No, this place was no different than Zaun, just fresher air and cleaner water. There was still a boot at their throats and people couldn't be trusted. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers.

He followed after Jinx, though she had already created significant distance between them. He was not one to hurry himself, not with his back to an enemy. It was his attempt to regain control of the situation that had been so stolen from him over the last twenty-four hours. Everyone being angry with him was at least usual, though he could always rely on Jinx to not be angry too long. He hoped at least.]

( the walk back to their home was silent, eerily so. there was nothing much to say on her side (at least for right now) to really fill in their air. and even if she wanted, her mind is full of all sorts of whispers and nagging, that it's hard to pinpoint which thoughts are her own. in time, however, the two made it safely to their home with his daughter fishing in her pockets for the keys. but before she lets them inside, she pauses to give herself a second to breathe. it's like she is bracing herself for something inside, and when the door opens, silco will immediately see why. )

( the inside of their home has a look of an insane asylum, with hectic writings in chalk are on almost every given surface -- mainly the walls and floors. and on those floors, there are drawn boxes that resembles to a child game (hopscotch, to be exact) with arrows pointing to each individual one. there's something written by these arrows which reads "REAL" in big capital letters.

so when jinx drops the keys on the nearest table, she carefully maneuvers inside by stepping in these boxes with her arms extending out for balance. as for the walls, question marks are scribbled in various different colors and sizes, also. his name, vi's, ragna's, and quentin's are plastered in some areas, with a few "shut up"s, "bury me"s, "round and round we go"s, "where are you"s, and "no escape, save me. please save me"s. the living room is extremely junky, all of her things now in this room than her own. and speaking of her room, at the bottom of the stairs there's a sentence "DO NOT GO UPSTAIRS" in jagged letters in red chalk. )

( the plush rabbit that once belonged to vi is seen nailed to the wall behind the couch with a circle drawn around it. the word "REAL" in big letters is underneath the doll, and in fact, there are several things around the home with these "real circles" on display. the couch, the tables, the chairs, the pile of leaves right next to her "bed" (a single pillow and blanket) that's also on the floor. in the kitchen, dishes are stacked high in the sink, with a sheet of paper taped on to the faucet. "BAD" is written on the paper and with that tape wearing off, it's no doubt that's been sitting there for a while. the only room that seemed to be still intact and not vandalized in insanity is silco's work area, oddly enough. why she left that alone is anyone's guess.

when jinx makes it safely to her bed circle, she removes her boots in such a huge hurry -- like she's on a time limit to get all situated before something horrific is going to happen. his daughter immediately buries herself under her blanket and curls within herself in a fetal position, muttering how she is safe and okay. )

[Silco knew the way back to their house without escort, and he resisted the urge to check on the businesses first. No, he needed to deal with getting home, cleaning himself up and slowly unpeeling the issue that was plaguing his daughter who was stone-cold silent with him. That was unusual but not unheard of, and he wasn't interested in making a scene.

He was mulling over the last few days and what he could have done differently as well as the events that lead to him being dragged back here. Once he had that sorted, he could start to plan how he was going to rectify the situation. While his focus was on the Council still, he was adding the other two from their world as well. He had no interest in maintaining any peace any longer.

Yet, all of those thoughts ground to a halt when Jinx opened the door to the house and he stepped inside. Immediately, he came to a halt and allowed his eyes to move around the absolute distress on full displace in the place. There was a funky smell of someone having lived in here but not taken care of themselves as well, but the scribbling and the mess was indication enough.

His head turned as Jinx moved over to her bed of leaves - interesting choice - and he stepped inside and shut the door like it was perfectly normal to do so. He worked his way out of his jacket to hang it up on a hook on the back of the door, and he shoved all thoughts of a shower or a change of clothes aside.

Instead, Silco moved gingerly around the house until he could be close to Jinx's bed. Normally he would take a chair, but this situation was bad enough that he maneuvered himself to sit on the floor next to her bed of leaves. He made his usual humming noise that he did before speaking.]

Jinx, what happened?

( she hears his boots scraping along their floorboards, and the sound has her shutting her eyes tight. jinx repeats in her mind that it's just silco moving around and nothing big and furious like her monsters. when the moving stops, so does her tensing -- she relaxes more underneath the blanket and burrows further in, so her face won't be seen by the outside world. to say what exactly happened would be too exhausting to go over, she keeps it light: )

Everyone left me.

( jinx squeaks out her answer, wetting her chapped lips. okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration and not the full truth, so she elaborates further. )

Quentin's been ignoring me... Vi's too busy with Caitlyn to be with me... Ragna's an ass. And you were gone.

( a beat. )

Everyone's been so upset about the whole stupid crap and I had... no one to go to or really... talk to.

[Ah, yes, that would be problematic. She did not do well alone, and he had assumed her little friends were engaging her. It did quite amaze him how little that sister cared about Jinx's insecurities. And that boyfriend was shaping up splendidly. Between those two, Silco expected that he would be doing them all a favour killing them and making their bodies disappear.]

How long has he been ignoring you for? As for your sister, she was busy marching down the Rumpitur and back again with the enforcer. [He paused to consider for a moment.] You do have a particular taste in 'friends'.

[He made a low hmmm noise again, taking his time to think.]

The stupid crap being Rumpitur and the kidnappings?

( she didn't want to comment or really answer any of his questions, especially the one revolving quentin. it required thinking (and being more upset), and she would much rather tug her on hair in full force, so the pain at her scalp would stop her from thinking. so she leaves them all unanswered and focuses on the very last question.)

Yeah, that. I've tried to sprucin' up this place with my art 'cause everyone was so down and dumps. ... And I got yelled at for it. Said I oughta stop and think for a second... care what everyone else is feelin', have empathy or whatever.

( just replaying that conversation with ange brings back the bitter taste in her mouth. and she tries to lick it away by running her tongue along her teeth. )

I know what it's like to lose people. More than anyone else here... I was just. ( a beat. ) I just didn't want to feel that. I'm tired of feeling that...

( she mumbles the last sentence, her voice weakening and in quivers. the only pain she wishes to see is upon others who done her wrong, not on herself. never on herself. )

Edited 2023-12-21 16:13 (UTC)

[The fact that she avoided questions about the boyfriend meant that he would simply have to find another way to circle back around to that problem. Or, he would assume the worst and deal with it as he dealt with terrible worthless selfish things...

Later though...]

This isn't the undercity, so I doubt few would appreciate the eclectic display of artistic talent born from such a place. If I know you, you didn't add such things with the intent to offend.

[He reached out a hand to touch the back of hers holding onto some of her hair. Then he gently closed his hand around her wrist and gave a small tug, a request to stop hurting herself.]

I know. There is a lot to lose here, it seems.

( a light spikes up her spine when his hand makes contact with hers. and it's like at that moment she had forgotten how cool his skin felt compared to hers; how gentle his touch can be, despite they are the same hands who killed many. they're similar to hers -- but different in size, and her skin maybe softer while his are a little clammy do to age. but still, the two of them had blood on them, which made them alike. both broken, both monsters. and it's because of that, her entire body relaxes and permits him to grip her wrist out of love and concern.

she wants to stay angry at him, and yell at him for taking so long to get back to her when her world twisted dark. but it was hard to when he's this gentle, and to not feel guilty when he's still wearing a shiner and carrying bruises. jinx should be tending to them and not... being like this. she made a vow to herself to be better for him -- to be a better daughter -- and this is the opposite of becoming the better version of herself. so his prodigy lifts her head up finally, eyes round yet sorrowful. )

... I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

[This place was doing neither of them any favours so far, but he disliked seeing her in such distress. It reminded him of all the people that had walked out on her (so he thought) or died along the way. Her sensitivity to being abandoned was something that he had dealt with for many years, and now he could admit that he capitalized on now and again for his own selfishness. She was the only one he thought he could be open with. Seeing her back like this reminded him that, despite being eighteen, she was still his daughter that needed him.

It felt good. It shouldn't, but it did. He was allowed such selfishness now and again, wasn't he?

His touch remained around her wrist even as her head lifted. He met her gaze with his own mismatched one, regarding her pink eyes that spoke of some of her hardship few knew about. He issued a low humming noise at her apology. He gave a little tug to see if she would sit up completely from her bed of leaves.]

There is nothing to apologize for. My sentencing would have come either that day or another soon after. [His thumb stroked the inside of her wrist.] It was a good reminder that there will never be peace. The first move is done; I'll finish this charade very soon.

( if he wanted her to sit up from her bed, then let it be known he was very successful on achieving that. because when he tugs her slightly, she complies. and she's perched up now where she can see him entirely, listening to his words that flow like the black seas -- haunting but tranquilizing all the same. the caress of his thumb nearly has her leaping out of her own skin. it feels it's been ages since she had received any affection from anyone. sure, she might be exaggerating -- it had only been a couple of weeks tops. but in those weeks, time moved so much slower for her when she was on her own. and for a while, her mind tricked her into believing she would never feel tenderness from anyone again.

with her free hand, she takes a hold of his hand to pry off, but only so he can rest his palm against her cheek. and when it's there, she leans into it with her eyes shut to inhale the sense of feeling cared for, feeling wanted, and needed. silco left her alone for too long, sure, but... at least he came back and it wasn't years later down the line. ... like she is starting to suspect qunetin to follow the footsteps of her dear sister. )

... What's your task?

[His gaze followed her motion up out of her bed of leaves, and he can already guess why she had made a room for herself there. It wasn't as if he had a work desk where she could perch of slip under where his legs would be. He expected this might be the next best thing, well away from the open room above full of reminders of her abandonment.

They only had each other. Everyone else betrayed them. Apart from communication misunderstandings, he enjoyed the idea that they were loyal to one another still.

He didn't fight her prying his hand off, seeing no reason to force contact she may not be ready for. He sighed from his nose when she placed his hand to her cheek, and he lifted the other to cup her other cheek willingly. Maybe it was his one a month show of physical affection or something.]

I've learned the year is coming to a close. Like each year passing to a new one, there may be celebration. What do you think of fireworks, Jinx?

[He meant literal fireworks, but also, he was perfectly willing to push for explosives. He'd play the Council's game for his sentencing, but that didn't mean he wouldn't exact his revenge through his daughter.]

And next time, you come with me where I go, if you choose to. We'll deal with our problems together. If you wish, I'll put together missions for you.

( jinx instantly melts at the gentle embrace he has on her cheeks. all the tension in her body evaporates into nothing, and her world spins back to its correct speed and not its torandic whirls. the demon she's been running from, finally vanquished and not sucking the life out of her. breathing is coming so much easier for her lungs, and she's no longer feels lost and managed to find her way back home again.

silco told her plenty of times how she is strong and jinx knows she is strong, but right now, just for right now... she's okay with him carrying all the strength and power between the two of them. for now, her father can have all the control and carry the torch while she follows behind him and rests. because she is beyond exhausted, and she wants a moment where she doesn't have to think about anything anymore. and she allows herself to show that side to him, her pupils are glossy but pale when she opens them, her head puts a little more weight into his hands, and her shoulders slumps a little more forward. jinx says nothing to his words (yet), because honestly speaking has become a little overrated these days. however, she nods to him sluggishly as she shut her eyes again to focus more into her breathing and to his touch. )

I can help you with your sentencing... or whatever.

( she mutters this, another light nuzzle to his right palm and then to his left. if it weren't for her sitting up, she could easily fall asleep for a thousand hours like this. )

Edited 2023-12-25 06:54 (UTC)

[And that's all it currently took to ground her again, and it earned the softest of sighs from his nose. This is what they earned for trusting people beyond their circle even a little, but he already vowed that wouldn't happen again. They could only trust each other and a select few from Zaun who didn't happen to actually be present in this place.

As much as he wanted nothing more than to wash the travel grime and last few days from his skin, that time would have to wait. Jinx needed him more than he needed to soak bruised muscles and ego, and so even plans for the not-so-distant future were put aside as she nuzzled into his palms with her cheeks. He had mocked and jeered Vander for such attachments, only to eventually walk the same path. It was a stark reminder that he wasn't in this world for repenting or a second chance; he was here to set a world where his daughter could exist and thrive and be at her best in whatever form that took.

He turned his head to look behind him to eye the couch nearby.]

That won't be necessary. The sentencing is laughable.

[Instead, he removed one hand from her cheek to curl his arm around the back of her shoulders to pull her in against his side. Once he had secured his daughter, he grabbed the edge of the blanket over her nest of leaves and gave it a shake out in the air before covering her with it. That done, he shifted them back towards the couch where he could lean on it while still sitting on the floor, stifling a grunt of discomfort to the process.]

Let's get you comfortable. You need rest.

( when he moves her around, she follows suit -- not exactly like a rag doll notion, but she isn't putting up a fight with however he feels would be best for her to rest. because as stated, she doesn't want to think and would prefer someone else to be the brains. jinx settles against him on the floor, resting her head in his chest, smiling warmly between his comfort and the blanket. )

... Sometimes I feel like I don't belong in this place.

( she admits, after a little while of silence, thinking now would be the time to open up more about their previous discussion. )

[He fussed with the blanket to cover as much of her as possible then he forced himself to relax back against the couch. He leaned his head back against the arm of the couch as she settled in against his chest. Feeling as if she needed the support, he kept his arm across the back of her shoulders unless indicated she wanted to be free of his contact.]

You don't. Neither do I. This is not our city, our life, our culture. We are stranded in a place that is mostly unwelcoming surrounded by people who don't care and could never understand what it is that made us. So we are outcasts, and that is fine.

[Maybe he should keep the speeches shorter, but he wanted to assure her that he understood. It also gave him an insight to her mental state.]

Are your friends a temporary arrangement?

No!

( she answers, maybe a little too quickly than she wanted it to. jinx lifts her head up to her father, her eyes large but with heartbreak lingering within them. )

My friends are my friends. They're just... ( a brief pause, lowering her head back to his chest. she is doing her best to not get worked up again because that's all she's been doing for the last... who knows. ) — This whole thing about what to do with the Rumpies and stuff got 'em all so... mixed up. Feeling all kinds of gunk.

( jinx would like to hope, despite the arguments she had with a few of them, they are still friends. but she is known for her "jinx" to get in a way whenever she debates with another person. her shoulder slumps further, suddenly getting an overwhelming sense of being defeated. )

... I miss Quentin.

( his daughter knows just uttering quentin's name might hit a sour spot, but... she's been acting so snarky and tough about his disappearance for a while now. and that is growing tiresome too. )

[He tilted his head away from the initial outburst, choosing to not stare at his daughter with skepticism. His life of cutting out 'friends' after Vander was not her life, and she could choose to associate with others on such a level if she wanted to.]

So you're having a difference of opinion with them. That's natural. Even more so here, people have varied life experiences. [He had noted a lot more strong opinions one way or another while he was reading through the comments and listening to people's tone of voice.] People are angry. Their reaction is to fight.

[He managed to keep his expression from going sour at the mention of the boy, but only for Jinx's sake. He had promised himself that he would let her make her own mistakes; it's just if this was Zaun, that body would weighed down at the bottom of the Pilt.]

He's idiot enough to return and probably take little responsibility. You deserve better; however, if that's who you think is a good match, you'll simply have to wait for him. You know you can tell me anything you choose to regarding him or anyone else.

( but is it safe to tell him how she feels about quentin? because between them, it's more than just they don't see eye to eye. her father wants him six feet under and quentin... well. she isn't sure what his feelings are regarding silco, but it's nothing positive, that's for sure. but there is one thing she came to realize during his absence, and the sheer thought of saying it out loud has her biting her lower lip to suppress it. )

I... —

( jinx starts, her heart thumping a little in her chest. )

I dunno. I like to think we are. We're so much alike and like a lotta of the same things. And I...

( she buries her face in his jacket further, definitely muttering the rest. )

... I think I love him. M-Maybe? I want to hurt him so much, but... I wanna keep him too. I just... I just want to burn everything down so he would come out and notice me again.

[Silco would convince himself that he could and would be Jinx's safe space where she could open up and tell him anything. He liked to think that, but he knew there were limits to even his tolerance. Still, keep an open mind, he told himself. The boy had to had to have some redeeming qualities regardless of him never seeing them.

He did wrinkle his nose a little at the l-word, but he held his tongue. It wasn't for him to say he knew the depths of her emotional attachment, even if her previous history of attachments had plenty of people raising an eyebrow.]

Possessiveness is natural when so much has been taken from you. However, I would advise against grand bonfires or explosions to draw him out. [He sighed from his nose. He couldn't believe he was going to say this, but...] He'll come to you when he's ready, I expect. And if he doesn't come, then he wasn't true to you and never intended to be.

[He tightened his grip on her shoulders in an attempt to be comforting.]

Then you can burn everything so he comes out of hiding. [A silent insinuation of all that bad things that would come after that event followed, of course.]

( this advice she isn't too keen with, and her body tensing a little all over again when the suggestion of waiting is mentioned. jinx grips back to him too, fingers twisting stiffly over his clothing as if he will disappear any second. )

But I've been waiting. I've been waiting this whole time.

( her protest comes out squeakier than intended as she rubs her face to his chest. this is so damn frustrating to deal with. jinx would understand if he needed time, if their relationship were going through some trouble. and they had that one bump that one night, but it got smooth over. but everything was fine before they lost connection, and she knows he isn't hurt otherwise scott would have said so. )

It's been weeks, and I ... I need to hear him.

( there's desperation coated in her tone, and this time, she is apathetic about to hide it. the voices aren't... afraid of him, per se, but they stay at bay when he's around. they've learned the hard way that quentin possess the ability to mute them for a short amount of time, and needless to say, they don't like that too much. so whenever he makes himself known in her head, the dead shy away and perch themselves in the corner of her mind. )

I can't stand it like this. — I have to hear him.

( there's a lot of emphasis on the "need" and "have", which all the while, possibly showing their little telepathic talks silco had witnessed a few times during dinner, might have rolled down to a clingier path. )

[He actually sighed at her complaints and lack of patience, and he wanted to school her with a speech about how everything they ever wanted came because of a long history of patience. It wasn't what she wanted to hear, and it also likely wasn't true in this case either.

There had been a time a long, long time ago when he recalled such all consuming obsession. It was hot and uncomfortable, spreading from his chest to his brain like an infection and then sliding down limbs until it took over everything. He'd been young - still driven - but far more easily distracted. He'd desired and pined and waited impatiently. Back then, finding a partner wasn't difficult, but seemingly finding the right one was.

That was a long time ago, and good riddance to the emotions. Now it was far less complicated to buy one of the by-products of love by the hour.

Still, her teenage angst was something he could understand, even if the idea of her and that boy together made the back of his throat burn with acid. No, he wasn't going to throw up over her little obsessive love affair over someone not worth her time, energy or affections.]

He chases the demons away, I expect, which is more what you think you need. You forget that they are part of you, and they will never truly go away. You've simply replaced your many personal demons with a single one that has now left you behind.

[Silco had extreme reactions to betrayal, and even the idea this boy had betrayed his daughter's trust was enough for him to want that one dead. Or maybe, on a level he wouldn't admit, he didn't like the competition for her attention. He wouldn't be self reflective today to admit to it.]

If he hasn't answered you by the change of the year, we'll find you someone who can respect you. Letting this one have such a hold on you will eat you up, Jinx, and I never would want that for you.

( she knows the demons are a part of her deep down, as much as she loathes it. it's why she instructed quentin to only interfere with them if they are making way too much noise for her to think and if he is seeing signs of her losing herself to them. in which why she needs him this badly. beyond missing him and wanting to dangle a knife to his neck, the voices had been pretty ruthless to her knowing he's absent. and who's to say how many times she's been bouncing between real and false realities. jinx hadn't been this way since she was a kid when vi left her, and if it weren't for this place scooping her up right after council missile fiasco, she'd be thrown back in that state too. in a way, she has the council of aldrip to thank for that.

her heart downfalls to the bottom of her stomach over his ultimatum proposal. is he suggesting they should... break up if he doesn't come to her by the new year? and to find someone else? the consideration of that possibility becoming her new reality sends her in a slight panic. his daughter lifts her head up to face her father with wide eye of distress and anxiety. yeah, she has it bad for the guy. because to find someone else? there is no one else. no one else in this disgusting place will like her for her (a lot of the chosen find her indifferent), or can... cancel out her "jinx" with theirs. he is hers and she is his, they made that extremely official. )

... But he said I'm perfect.

( correction: he told her she was perfect in the middle of sex. but naturally, jinx took that statement way beyond than what it was really intended. and even then during their love making, they fit together, which all the more reason she believes they belong (not at all because he is male, and she is female, and his reproduction organ is designed to go in the female reproduction organ). )

Edited 2023-12-26 18:46 (UTC)

[Silco has picked up the pieces of Jinx's life when Vi had abandoned her, and it was very similar to that time now, just replace the sister with the boy. He took that responsibility rather seriously, and the parallels of that time were certainly adding up. He was about as bruised as he had been back then, and he spent time on the ground with Jinx hugging him then too.

Thankfully, they had the benefit of experience and history with one another this time, so he liked to think that he was better prepared for assisting her with her mental demons than he had been back then. She did seem further tormented, but he had seen he recover before so this was a hiccup.

His mismatched gaze shifted to regard her when her head lifted, and he noted the panic on her expression. He was mostly unsympathetic, knowing it was for the best to cut that one out before it could go too long. Short term pain, fine, but there were plenty of better prospects in this place. Besides, maybe he died on the island and hadn't returned. Heroic and all that nonsense.

Yet, he was caught off guard at her words, stiffening where he leaned on the couch. He did not currently have the emotional or mental capacity to hold his expression in its normal neutrality. He swore he tasted bile at the back of his throat. His jaw worked for two instances as he tried to master himself.]

You already knew that before meeting him. Does that mean you believe it when he says it?

[Teenage love drama is the absolute worst.]

( at that question, the complexion on her face coils paler on her already milky skin, her heart takes a nose-dive deeper in her stomach to land somewhere that's unreachable. she knew the meaning behind this question, the subliminal message between the lines. if the maze shed a light and taught her anything, it was the fear he carries about losing her or being replaced for someone greater than him. that fear is mutual, jinx understood it way more than she had ever hoped. which is why she backpedals and her next words are in stammers due to her tongue knotting within itself. )

No! Nonononono. — I've always believed you when you've said it...!

( she shakes her head in a panic, indicating what he's implying is so far from the truth. jinx peels herself off of her father to sit with more sincerity, fixating in his mismatched pupils. )

Always, always, always! Your words mean SO much to me, Silco.

( she's hurting him... again. only this time, it's not physically but emotionally. her shaky hands reach to cup both of his cheeks, so he wouldn't dare to look away from her... or run away from her. )

W-We're family, remember?

( the anxious smile and the light chuckle she gives him is so out of place, but she's not sure what else to do, or to prove that she never took his words for granted. )

Y-You're my home. You'll always be my home. ...I..I love you. No one will ever replace what we have, okay?

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cw: two human shaped red flags talking

cw: just two crazy people talking

cw: this is fine

cw: things might go a little sideways from here + nsfw slightly mentioned in narrative

cw: sideways indeed

cw: AAAAAAAA