"Can I sleep with you?"
It's an innocent question; simple.
Silco stares at her over his shoulder, watching her pale profile in the bedroom doorway.
She's picked the lock - again - and she looks at him with a fascinating desperation, equal to his own.
Outside, Zaun's celebration light up in green and gold – they are free now, after all.
Inside, however, there is no light to illuminate Jinx's haunted face, broken tears.
A guilt so desolating that it swallows every other word.
Silco pulls back the sheets, beckoning her to come closer - on his chest bullet holes already closed, still stained red.
Jinx hides her fears on the skin of the only person she's ever loved.
got tagged by both @habit and @seluned to do this little "get to know me" meme earlier, ty <3
i think that most of the people i would tag with this have already been tagged so, do it if you'd like
last song: can't deny my love - goshfather & jinco remix
fave color: orange & hot pink / magenta
currently watching: nothing at the moment, i've been meaning to start the bear and succession but just haven't felt like it
last movie: ummm. i haven't watched a movie in ages. did watch the into the deep documentary a while back.
currently reading: dear god the way i just don't interact with media beyond music and games. last thing i read was a bit of the 10th kingdom novelization while our power was out lmao.
sweet/savory/spicy: savory
relationship status: single ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )
current obsession: could you guess. is it not abundantly obvious. (bg3, monster hunter on a more lowkey note)
last google: tips for dealing with tension headaches 😭
currently working on: a few different little fics whenever the mood strikes >:3c
To others say she is just a loose cannon; a triggered bomb, a highly flammable and unstable chemical compound.
To Sevika she is a problem; a reflection of a city whose underbelly is now poisoned, toxic.
Silco observes her silence, the quiet composure with which she hands him a small red and gold package.
There is a poetic melancholy in Jinx; a vibration that few can detect beneath the cacophony of her gestures.
It is a thin rope, hard to grasp - the only thing in her that doesn't cut, and wound.
It is that moment between sleep and wakefulness - that breath that precedes the leap; that space between moments that tells of a lost child, an enemy of herself. Jinx bites her lower lip - a gesture she always makes when she is nervous - trying to pull the fingers of her right hand - another habit that betrays her agitation.
You'll hang yourself with that rope, his consciousness murmurs, but Silco ignores it, taking the package and sketching a smile just for her.
Intimate, private; in which affection mingles with a longing that has nothing paternal about it.
Bubblegum
i am not great at organization but i did my best lol, all of it is vaguely in chronological order. Here is my Arlong fanon masterpost! Will be updated as I go
story important pics will either be presented as images or bolded. Non-bolded ones aren't unimportant but might be more along the lines of ask memes or jokes