[There it was again, that word, and it created a visible twitch across Silco's shoulders. She was so open and free about her feelings, always had been, whereas he cursed and spat and chewed on his own emotional state as it was safer. He preferred to ruminate that his capacity for such emotional depth had long since been burnt out of him, washing off of him when he allowed that weak man to die.]
Indeed.
[One word, dripping with disapproval. Not for her, of course. Jinx was perfect and that she continually put her heart out there for people was an admirable trait. The boy though... no, no, he didn't believe it. Just two teenagers thinking they knew what love was, and it would tear them apart.
It was a weakness. He knew what it felt like, to be burned by it so badly he'd prefer to never, ever experience that again.]
Be careful who you give your heart to, Jinx. I don't wish to see you hurt, and I will make anyone that spoils your love wish they were dead.
[He looked at his nearly empty wine glass and sighed.]
No, there isn't enough wine in the house to make it through this type of night.
[He still picked it up and drained off the last of it. He desired to see Richard, to rest his forehead on the back of the other's neck and just... exist for a few seconds. Not tonight, of course. Perhaps soon.]
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Date: 2025-02-16 04:01 am (UTC)Indeed.
[One word, dripping with disapproval. Not for her, of course. Jinx was perfect and that she continually put her heart out there for people was an admirable trait. The boy though... no, no, he didn't believe it. Just two teenagers thinking they knew what love was, and it would tear them apart.
It was a weakness. He knew what it felt like, to be burned by it so badly he'd prefer to never, ever experience that again.]
Be careful who you give your heart to, Jinx. I don't wish to see you hurt, and I will make anyone that spoils your love wish they were dead.
[He looked at his nearly empty wine glass and sighed.]
No, there isn't enough wine in the house to make it through this type of night.
[He still picked it up and drained off the last of it. He desired to see Richard, to rest his forehead on the back of the other's neck and just... exist for a few seconds. Not tonight, of course. Perhaps soon.]