#「 silco / dyn: jinx 」is there anything so undoing as a daughter?

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Despite her often brash outward appearance, there was only so much her mind could take before everything felt like it was beginning to drown her. Jinx wasn’t the type of girl who let people close to her; she only needed one finger to count the people who knew her. Everyone else thought she was reckless, which she was in many ways. People insisted she was crazy, more than once she’d overheard comments that people had said. ‘You should do something about her, Silco.’ ‘She’ll ruin everything, Silco.’ And as much as she acted like those words didn’t bother her, they still stayed in her mind. Just another thing to weigh her down in times of weakness.

Yet, as she stood waist deep in the water with her hair loose, floating on the soft ripples. Her fingers skimming lightly over the surface, humming a tune. She knew that in all this messed up world; one person wouldn’t abandon her. He wouldn’t leave her behind. Jinx didn’t need to turn around to know he’d found her, he’d always find her. He always knew.

“Do you think this new world of yours will fix everything wrong with it?” Will it fix me?

Jinx turned and walked through the water towards him, not caring one bit that she was soaked through to the bone. Jinx threw her arms around him and buried her face into his waistcoat. She was safe, safe so long as he was around. Letting go, she took hold of her hair and pushed it into his arms before sitting on one of the crates and looking out to the water. Silco would know, a father’s instinct was never wrong.

"Silly girl," still, after all this time. "Found as ever where her father might be in seeking solitude. I'm afraid you're becoming predictable, Jinx," said in a light, teasing tone that lilts softly with the ripple and rush of the river. His footsteps in his approach had been just as light, if not lighter and barely to be heard; but there was no malice wrapped within the withered, weathered leather of his bootstraps. He'd seen only a girl — his girl, with blue hair far too long and drifting in the gentle tides. This, he knew, was not the first time he'd found her here; nor, he feared, would it be the last. For this he knew he had only himself to blame, as he watched the water splash up against the concrete and steel as she turned to wade toward him. What lurked in their depths was a mystery to most, but what lessons could be learned where the bridge met the shore, and, well — again, he only had himself to blame.

Blame, he pondered, was a self-righteous endeavor that often buried itself in these exact waters. Or so he had learned.

"Suffice to say your question is a hard one to answer." The first suh— had been blown out of his lungs on a gust into the crisp air of the night by her billowing into him. A freight train wrapped in the body of a porcelain doll — and, again, he knew he had only himself to fault for it as he wrapped his arms around her; an instinct from day one — warmth, a message. Fine, long fingers furrowed into the loose locks if only for a moment before she turned her back. Ah, he thought, this too was a familiar scene. Predictable, but never unwelcome. "In this world, we are outsiders from the day we are born." He steps forward, taking the long lines of her loose hair; running his fingers first to evenly pull it all apart into two halves. "It is my hope that our freedom will allow us the integrity and ability to no longer suffer such—” But he stops, a pause. Silco runs three fingers down one side, and begins to braid. "—to suffer." And that alone, will suffice.

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