[Silco lifted his mug towards his lips, but it stopped before reaching its destination at the two simple yet telling words that escaped his daughter's lips. His mismatched eyes slid over to observe his daughter, and he slowly and with a controlled casualness returned his mug to the table. He made a point of saying nothing at all while Jinx drank her 'cookies and cream' as if to fill the silence with motion.
It did not surprise him. Jinx's moods swung like a pendulum at times, and the demons that haunted her no doubt pushed her down along the road towards complete self-destruction. He had experienced similar a long time ago, and while the memories had dulled with time, the emotions of acceptance towards the black void were a sharp and jagged.
He pushed his chair back from the table, turning it slightly to the side so there was more room. Then he held out his hand to his daughter; he knew she would choose his hand (always did) so that he could pull her into his lap.]
Action; cw: discussions of suicide
It did not surprise him. Jinx's moods swung like a pendulum at times, and the demons that haunted her no doubt pushed her down along the road towards complete self-destruction. He had experienced similar a long time ago, and while the memories had dulled with time, the emotions of acceptance towards the black void were a sharp and jagged.
He pushed his chair back from the table, turning it slightly to the side so there was more room. Then he held out his hand to his daughter; he knew she would choose his hand (always did) so that he could pull her into his lap.]
How often these days, Jinx?