[ there had been the dream -- collapsing, swallowing, washing everything and everyone away with it. Vi; Silco. that blue-haired bitch she knows her name. would-be Zaun. the Last Drop. her hidey hole, her home.
surprisingly enough... she had felt good about that at the end. like it was right, somehow. like she knew what they built after would be better than what came before.
and then, there had been this.
Jinx can't pretend she even knows what this is -- but whatever it is, it's cold and shivery and has her feeling weak, vulnerable. and she is not weak; she is not helpless. no, no -- she's worked so hard to be anything but, and perhaps that's why it's instinct -- to grip onto that piece of shattered crystal, prepared to fight whoever the hell did this to her.
...but instead of some formless, shapeless monster from her nightmares or even some jerk whose face might deserve gouging into, Jinx finds-- ]
S... Silco?
[ it's breathless and a little shaky, and instead of worrying about the rock in her hand and being prepared for a fight -- she's letting it clink to the shrine floor, fingers gripping into the comfort of his coat still warm from his body heat and pulling it closer around her.
and all pretenses at letting go of vulnerability evaporate -- because Silco has seen her at her worst and helped her come out the other side. knows she isn't weak. knows just how strong she is. and ironically enough, that means she doesn't have to worry about anything if he's here. he came for her -- and whoever pulled this shit was going to pay for it. ]
What... is this? [ she's slimy and cold and there's crystals everywhere and her hair is disgusting and-- ] What's going on?
ah, the powerful dad-ening...
she knows her name. would-be Zaun. the Last Drop. her hidey hole, her home.surprisingly enough... she had felt good about that at the end. like it was right, somehow. like she knew what they built after would be better than what came before.
and then, there had been this.
Jinx can't pretend she even knows what this is -- but whatever it is, it's cold and shivery and has her feeling weak, vulnerable. and she is not weak; she is not helpless. no, no -- she's worked so hard to be anything but, and perhaps that's why it's instinct -- to grip onto that piece of shattered crystal, prepared to fight whoever the hell did this to her.
...but instead of some formless, shapeless monster from her nightmares or even some jerk whose face might deserve gouging into, Jinx finds-- ]
S... Silco?
[ it's breathless and a little shaky, and instead of worrying about the rock in her hand and being prepared for a fight -- she's letting it clink to the shrine floor, fingers gripping into the comfort of his coat still warm from his body heat and pulling it closer around her.
and all pretenses at letting go of vulnerability evaporate -- because Silco has seen her at her worst and helped her come out the other side. knows she isn't weak. knows just how strong she is. and ironically enough, that means she doesn't have to worry about anything if he's here. he came for her -- and whoever pulled this shit was going to pay for it. ]
What... is this? [ she's slimy and cold and there's crystals everywhere and her hair is disgusting and-- ] What's going on?