𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐱.

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staring down at the reader from the exposed scaffolding above, two luminous lavender hues tracking their each and every movement.
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he taught her to be strong— and as they say, the bitter ones are a bitch to kill.

come back to us soon, old man. 💜

through the darkness of the upper part of the room, even sevika is catching that death-stare from time to time, the jinx's eyes like two disembodied orbs of luminous fire.

nobody was exempt from her guard.

silco had saved her life, more than once. if not for him, she'd have died ten times over.

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she couldn't protect him from the beast below zaun, but she'd make sure to protect him from the inevitable parasites that would prey on his fleeting weakness.

a huff of helplessness, intermixed with anger.

perched upon her familiar nest within the exposed crossbeams above, eyes of lavender twitching rapidly between each and every newcomer entering the room, like an animal protecting wounded kin.

her finger uneasily quivers over the trigger of a weapon far more lethal than her 'zapper.'

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nuzzling into his warmth, she watched on.

she was happy, right where she was. chaos could spare today.

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her frame was tiny, easily sheltered from the cold wind within the embrace of his coat.

"eh." she shrugged, "i've had better parties with mauser and a scuttle-crab."

something in zaun 𝙬𝙖𝙨 a little more palatable for her, so this was less inflammatory to her anxieties, yet still, she was here.

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while the rest of the city reveled in the approaching new year.

her temple delicately fell upon his shoulder.

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usually, jinx doesn't appear from thin air today; her presence betrayed by a long 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙖𝙖𝙖𝙖𝙠𝙠 of his old oak door.

wordlessly, she steps up alongside silco, staring off at the spectacle in the distance. even if it was on bitter political circumstance, jinx was happy to see her old man

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“ A word of advice , don't threaten the guy who pours the drinks . ”

𐔌 #ARCANERP | #SeasoningsGarden . ꒱

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she thought about it for a second and then shrugged.

"cos' they told me i wasn't allowed in..." she admitted, rather shamelessly, eyes shifting to the euphoric souls manning the gate to the commune.

"and stuff goes on in there, just wanna know what."

that seemed like a more plausible answer.

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her shimmering eyes tilt towards the 'acolytes' safeguarding the commune, then down to zapper, tucked away.

the loose cannon offered an uncommon understanding nod before dropping cross-legged onto the gravel.

"they won't let me in either." it wasn't exactly the same thing, but close enough.
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can’t get past the bouncers, leftie? could make you an arm out of a pool noodle if y’want.
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zapper was making strange noises today, so now she's brutalizing the poor thing with a screwdriver.
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one of her long braids. a side of her she only allowed her old man to see.

she offered him a reluctant nod, more-so in wanting to please him than actually understanding.

“i know.”

eyes fluttering shut, the misfit leaned into him.

the company was enough.

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her cheek fell flush with his chest. to the political players of zaun, silco was a nightmare, the ruthless industrialist, and yet, hearing his heartbeat with those bony calloused digits threaded through her hair— jinx never felt more calm.

her eyes fell hooded, and her hand sifted along

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could've been worse—
vander tried to cut our hair once...
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fidgeting with the magic gumball.
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you ripped out all my parts.
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she’d rather go to the bath-house. 💧
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another one…? 😶‍🌫️
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ogre caught a goblin—💧
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though his next statement seemed to disarm her a little. silco knew her better than she knew herself. another slight nod. relief.

her eyes caught the change in his guard. she shifted herself forward and crawled over to him, sitting across his legs, head sneaking beneath his chin along his chest.

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jinx mulled over the words 'i know how to.' she had no clue what that was like. she had watched the gala from afar, but seeing people mingle like that was unthinkable; a schematic she couldn't draw.

anxiety gripped her— shoulders tensed at the thought, irises raising a few shades of pink.

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didn't particularly enjoy the answer to. parties, in too much abundance as of recent had her feeling isolated. moreso than usual.

a bit of insecurity showed across her face in the form of furrowed brows. she gave him a slight nod.

"did you have fun...?" she asked quietly.

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she allowed herself the ever-so-slight straightening of her back in response to his acceptance of the cup.

her eyes followed the mug to his lips as he sipped, only then meeting his gaze.

there was a moment of lingering hesitation in response to his question, as though it was something she—

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