('who cares if it's spreading?' is what she wants to spill out, but swallows her tongue instead. she knows her father cares, along with a handful of people who confessed their compassionate for her. but lately, it feels her world's been closing in on her and wanting to suffocate her from every angle. and jinx would give anything to just not... feel this hurt anymore. things seemed simpler when she was younger, and she only had her weapons as companions. because guns and tools can't hurt you unless you're an idiot and aim them at yourself. and they can't betray you either. or leave you hanging. they can't give you false hopes, or make your heart swell up until it erupts within your lungs.
jinx squints in confusion, then hoists her mask further to reveal more of her half corrupted face. the darkness has submerged to her cheek and a little bit underneath her eyelid. and it looks like it's trying to make its way to the bridge of her nose. a brow quirks up to silco, taking his bait of him about the stones. )
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Date: 2024-01-18 03:18 am (UTC)jinx squints in confusion, then hoists her mask further to reveal more of her half corrupted face. the darkness has submerged to her cheek and a little bit underneath her eyelid. and it looks like it's trying to make its way to the bridge of her nose. a brow quirks up to silco, taking his bait of him about the stones. )
Huh? What's a rock gonna do?