[ jinx says nothing, but drops eye contact as soon as something lodges in her chest and spreads outwards. how long has it been since she heard that nickname? it's not even her name anymore, it's the name of her gun now. vi hasn't been part of her life in so long, not meaningfully -- not in a way that jinx could ever interact with beyond the wisps of old comforting words and paralyzing flashes that'd bring back memoreis of fire and a throbbing cheek. ]
Oh, Vi....
[ the words are barely audible through the clog in her throat, but the gentle trembling of her shoulders betray where her mood has gone all the same. she's always depended on her sister, but the reverse? never. it aches to think about, and tears well in her eyes.
frankly, she doesn't know what's scarier: the prospect of always being left behind or the prospect of vi actually relying on her, even with all her shit luck and history. she sniffles, shoulders still tense under vi's fingers. ]
... Can we really make it better? The two of us? Even though.... [ even though i'm like this? ]
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Oh, Vi....
[ the words are barely audible through the clog in her throat, but the gentle trembling of her shoulders betray where her mood has gone all the same. she's always depended on her sister, but the reverse? never. it aches to think about, and tears well in her eyes.
frankly, she doesn't know what's scarier: the prospect of always being left behind or the prospect of vi actually relying on her, even with all her shit luck and history. she sniffles, shoulders still tense under vi's fingers. ]
... Can we really make it better? The two of us? Even though.... [ even though i'm like this? ]