#cait just forget about jinx pls bbg

[odettesoddities]

𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆

summary: caitlyn's been distant since her mother's death, and now, with her obsession over jinx it feels like you're losing her more and more each day warnings/themes: angst, grief, unrequited love, emotional detachment word count: 572 (quite short hehe)

The air between you and your lover, the esteemed Caitlyn Kiramman had lost its warmth in the past few months. It had been in that time that she had lost her mother. Months. It had been in that space of time that she was promoted to Chief Commander. Months. And it had been in that time that her mindless, almost mechanical pursuit of Jinx had begun, taking priority over everything else in her life- even you. Caitlyn, your Caitlyn, who had once held you with tender hands now greeted you with curt nods and hollow eyes, looking right through you most, if not all of the time.  

You tried to understand, at first. You really, truly did. You tried to remind yourself of the heavy burden she carried, the grief and the responsibility that pressed down on her shoulders. But as the days bled into weeks, and the weeks into months, the cracks in your patience began to widen into gaping chasms. You still loved her- desperately so- but the hope that once filled you with a bright, shining light, the hope that had made you feel like one day, your Caitlyn would return had started to wither and rot within your chest. Day in, day out, you struggled with your complex emotions, trying to come to terms with the fact you were in love with a ghost.  

Today, though, was different—at least in a tiny way. Caitlyn had an important meeting and, in a rare moment of vulnerability, asked for your help. It was a simple request, but one that meant absolutely everything to you. You stood before her now, adjusting the jabot on her uniform with careful, deft hands. The crisp fabric of her coat felt smooth beneath your fingers as you worked to smooth out each crease. She stood stiff and still, her eyes distant and watchful, like a soldier bracing for battle.  

The silence between you felt heavy and oppressive, the kind that weighed on your chest and made breathing just a little bit harder. Once upon a time, this quiet probably would've been comfortable. Now? Well, now it was suffocating.  

You didn’t mean to speak- hadn’t planned on saying anything at all- but the words slipped out before you could stop them.  

“Do you still love me?”  

Your voice was barely a whisper, so soft you weren’t even sure she heard you. The question hung in the air, fragile and trembling, like a glass teetering on the edge of a table. Your hands didn’t falter, though; they kept moving with a steady, practiced precision, smoothing out the folds of her coat even as your heart threatened to pound its way out of your chest.  

You expected silence. You had grown used to it, after all. But when Caitlyn spoke, her words were colder than the quiet that had preceded them.  

“I don’t have time to think about things like that,” she stated, her tone flat, devoid of emotion. “There are people depending on me. As long as Jinx roams free, I can’t afford distractions.”  

Her words struck like a blade, sharp and unyielding. Your hands fell still against her coat, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. You had hoped for something- anything- that would tell you she still cared. Instead, all you were left with was the stark truth: Caitlyn’s hatred for Jinx had grown far, far greater than her love for you.  

[odettesoddities]

reblogging cause i kinda flopped (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)

𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆

summary: caitlyn's been distant since her mother's death, and now, with her obsession over jinx it feels like you're losing her more and more each day warnings/themes: angst, grief, unrequited love, emotional detachment word count: 572 (quite short hehe)

The air between you and your lover, the esteemed Caitlyn Kiramman had lost its warmth in the past few months. It had been in that time that she had lost her mother. Months. It had been in that space of time that she was promoted to Chief Commander. Months. And it had been in that time that her mindless, almost mechanical pursuit of Jinx had begun, taking priority over everything else in her life- even you. Caitlyn, your Caitlyn, who had once held you with tender hands now greeted you with curt nods and hollow eyes, looking right through you most, if not all of the time.  

You tried to understand, at first. You really, truly did. You tried to remind yourself of the heavy burden she carried, the grief and the responsibility that pressed down on her shoulders. But as the days bled into weeks, and the weeks into months, the cracks in your patience began to widen into gaping chasms. You still loved her- desperately so- but the hope that once filled you with a bright, shining light, the hope that had made you feel like one day, your Caitlyn would return had started to wither and rot within your chest. Day in, day out, you struggled with your complex emotions, trying to come to terms with the fact you were in love with a ghost.  

Today, though, was different—at least in a tiny way. Caitlyn had an important meeting and, in a rare moment of vulnerability, asked for your help. It was a simple request, but one that meant absolutely everything to you. You stood before her now, adjusting the jabot on her uniform with careful, deft hands. The crisp fabric of her coat felt smooth beneath your fingers as you worked to smooth out each crease. She stood stiff and still, her eyes distant and watchful, like a soldier bracing for battle.  

The silence between you felt heavy and oppressive, the kind that weighed on your chest and made breathing just a little bit harder. Once upon a time, this quiet probably would've been comfortable. Now? Well, now it was suffocating.  

You didn’t mean to speak- hadn’t planned on saying anything at all- but the words slipped out before you could stop them.  

“Do you still love me?”  

Your voice was barely a whisper, so soft you weren’t even sure she heard you. The question hung in the air, fragile and trembling, like a glass teetering on the edge of a table. Your hands didn’t falter, though; they kept moving with a steady, practiced precision, smoothing out the folds of her coat even as your heart threatened to pound its way out of your chest.  

You expected silence. You had grown used to it, after all. But when Caitlyn spoke, her words were colder than the quiet that had preceded them.  

“I don’t have time to think about things like that,” she stated, her tone flat, devoid of emotion. “There are people depending on me. As long as Jinx roams free, I can’t afford distractions.”  

Her words struck like a blade, sharp and unyielding. Your hands fell still against her coat, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. You had hoped for something- anything- that would tell you she still cared. Instead, all you were left with was the stark truth: Caitlyn’s hatred for Jinx had grown far, far greater than her love for you.