[she supposes she should elaborate further than that, seeing he wasn't there with her to follow along the journey she went through. his daughter screws her eyes shut and sinks further into the tub — not entirely letting the water consume herself, of course, but now it glides at shoulder level.]
He came back, but. But not like himself. I dunno what happened to him, but he looked... so different. Like a wolf. He didn't recognize me first, and I didn't recognize him. — But... when he spoke and called me, "Powder", I... I knew it was him. I didn't question it.
[His hands almost clenches in her hair when she moved to sink further into the tub, but he halted himself before he could. He stared at the back of her head, hair still in his lap as he listened to her.
Vander alive? No, it wasn't possible. And if it was? Who had the capability and for what purpose? Someone who had the capability of significant body modifications. Vander being alive both changed everything and changed nothing at all.]
That's... no possible. He's dead.
[A twisted fury suffused him, boiling from a previously empty pit in his stomach and choking him on the hot acid of it. He needed to focus on his daughter, not be distracted by realities that didn't exist and certainly not one that he would ever see either. That moment at the statue was...
[she weirdly agrees as she draws her legs back up to her chest, shifting to sit more up right so she can coil into a ball of herself in the tub.]
But I need to go out and look for him. ... See if they brought him here too, along with me.
[jinx is mostly letting her thoughts flow now, allowing her tongue to be free from all restrictions. if her head wasn't so misty, she would, at least, filter this information for another day.]
He had made a personal vow not to push her for answers on her experience, especially in light of that being the reason that she was running away from everyone else in her life currently. This bombshell was massive for him though, realigned everything that could have escaped his notice to the ultimate detriment of his dream.
Automatically, he returned to working on her hair to provide his hands something to do as his mind kept freezing over the knowledge that Vander was alive (though now dead). He had missed it. How could he have missed that? Was it a reaction to the Shimmer? Why hadn't Vander come back to challenge him?]
I'll... go with you.
[He needed to see with his own eyes, needed to understand what his old friend had turned into to be able to survive. Was he a Shimmer addict down in the deepest parts of the slums? Would he have lurked about in the abandoned mineshaft they had once spent considerable time in? Silco had never returned to any of their old haunts on purpose.]
[she turns her head to study her father's face, a little surprised he offered to come with her, but... when she ponders deeper about this, maybe it'll make sense for him to tag along.]
Okay, yeah. Yeah, you being there might help him. [jinx sucks in her cheeks for a moment as the cogs spin further, faster now than seconds prior.]
He might... be angry at first, but once he sees me and I tell him all about how you've been taking care of me all this time, he'll calm down. He has to. Besides, maybe he'll be happy to see you, too.
[That was never the word that he would associate with him and Vander coming into contact with each other. There was too much history, too much hurt, too many slights against each other to ever make them anything others than broken angry versions of themselves when in one another presences. He didn't doubt for a second that he would feel the old burn of anger at years old hurts and betrayals.
Silco shook his head even as he brushed out Jinx's hair, finding it easier the more that he managed to work though. If anything, his hands worked faster to keep up with his twisting and churning thoughts. No, he needed to see for himself, and he would perhaps have to eliminate the threat to his relationship with Jinx. That she was already concerned for Vander was enough of a weight to increase his hostility towards the man, if he was indeed alive and here.
He would kill him. Would it matter? No. This place removed that, but it would feel good for a split second. Or he would die in the attempt. He needed to see.
He didn't realize his breathing rate had increased, his face twisted with conflicted emotions, and he was shaking his head.]
No. [He took a deeper breath and held it, forcing calm.] No, happiness is not an emotion he would experience for me. I'll... go to make certain you're safe.
[her face falls, and worry masks over. even if jinx wasn't already examining her father's features, she would have sensed his conflicted emotions ballooning in his chest just by hearing the sound of his breathing, or listening to the frenzied sounds of the brush and comb.
it results in his daughter sitting more up right; her back straight, with her hands stretching over to touch each side of his cheeks. she's not sure if this will soothe his racing mind, but she's prepared to try.]
Hey... Dad. It's okay. I know what he did to you was horrible, and... and I get that you're angry at him. You got every right to be. He meant a lot to you, and then he did... that —
[she wets her lips, not entirely sure if she should go any further. so instead, she thumbs over his cheeks sweetly.]
I can shaddup about it, i-if you want me to. If... talking about this hurts.
[He shook his head, trying and failing to force calm for Jinx's sake. She had only just returned to him, and he was not going to lose control right now on a dead phantom which he had spent the last decade trying to overcome. If Vander was alive, it changed everything. He couldn't let it stand, wouldn't.
His hands paused in her hair when he felt her wet hands on his cheeks, and his mismatched eyes dropped to stare into her purple ones. His lips pulled into a thin angry line.]
I will go with you to keep you safe from him.
[He wasn't willing to risk losing her to anyone, least of all him. He cupped the side of her face with a hand.]
[maybe if she keeps reassuring him they will look for vander together, his fury will die down to a low buzz. and jinx slants forward to plant a gentle kiss between his brows before settling back in the tub again, not daring to yank away her hold on his face.]
But if I can't stop him from getting riled up, you have to run away, okay? I'll have to upgrade my gun like I did back home before we go looking. It's the only thing that will kinda stall him for a few seconds. But he's fast, and his claws are not fun.
[She had clearly met this Vander, though the circumstances and the changes would never discount the sins that the man had made. How had he missed this? It wasn't as if a missing leader of the underground could easily be hidden away, not from rumors or whispers. Yes, there were places that people could disappear even in the undercity, but someone would have seen.
In the sweep of the undercity to put it under his control, he should have picked it up. People bought and sold information readily, and Vander had been an all too trusted prominent member of the city for so long.]
You and I are still family, yes? That will never change, Jinx?
[After everything that Vander had done, all the pain and twisted anguish he had suffered had to mean something. He would kill him. He would hurt him. He would never allow Vander the opportunity to take away what he had fought so hard for, and yet... who had it been whom he had sat below and considered the dream that they had shared together? Bile rose to the back of his throat, but he breathed out heavily at the feel of Jinx's lips on his brow.]
What do you mean 'riled up'? Is he on Shimmer again?
[her eyes search his mix-matched ones, and the look that showers over her face screams as if what he is asking is something outrageous.]
Of course we're still family, Silco. Just because Vi is in my life, or Ragna, or even Vander, you are still gonna be my dad. And I'll still be your daughter, no matter what happens.
[with one final caress of his cheek, jinx draws back her hands and then shakes her head at his question.]
No, no, Shimmer's been long gone in the Lanes after you left. If there are leftovers, it's not a very big supply. He just...
[how does she explain it? his daughter bites the inside of her bottom lip to think quickly.]
Loud clanking noises bother him, and he has those... weird tubes on his back that I think irritates him too. Maybe. I-I dunno what they do, actually. I just know that he can snap out of his beast mindset and be himself. Nnnnot a big chatterbox, but. He communicates well with his body language.
[He didn't allow his skepticism show. A part of him would never want her to associate with her sister or Vander for that matter, but he knew when to choose his battles in that front. The sister was a lost cause, but if he could steer her well clear of Vander...]
No matter what happens, yes. I'll never forsake you.
[He moved one hand to cup and stroke the side of her face again, assuring himself that she was here and present with him. He blinked his blue eye, considering the information. Shimmer had been dismantled on his orders, but there would always be a war for it in the Lanes. It made all the Chem-Barons very, very rich.]
Is it? Renni was supposed to keep supply running normally, if at a downturn due to the previous attack on the refinery.
[He dropped his hand and returned to her hair, picking out a twig and tossing it in the bin. Then he began to comb it out, working through more knots and tangles, listening to her words. He considered each one. Loud noises. Tubes. The beast? No doubt body modifications, but Smeech wouldn't dare, least of all on a mostly dead man.]
Like I've written to you, a lot of Chem-Barons kicked the bucket, there weren't many left after you went away.
[just thinking back on vander and how he looked pains her. and jinx does her best to keep her voice leveled, but the words come out in wavers.]
I dunno. Like a wolf. He didn't... look like that when he died. I dunno what happened to him, or... who did that to him. But... it looked painful to him, to be like that with... whatever those tubes would do to him to make him go crazy.
[Of course she had written that to him, hadn't she? He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose between this thumb and forefinger. His empire fallen, his daughter an icon, and his old friend somehow still alive in some form or fashion.]
I see. Those sound like... extensive body modifications. Someone had to be capable and well resourced.
[And how many of the brilliant ones were well funded? Especially if the Chem-Barons fell. There were some that fit that bill, some that would struggle to rise to fill the void.]
Someone who knew him then. Hound of the underground...
[jinx wouldn't have the slightest idea, vander was well-known to many from her knowledge. it could really be anyone, but maybe her father can peice it better together than she can. noticing the water beginning to chill, she bends over to uncork the plug to allow some of the cool water to drain. after a few seconds, she seals it again and twists on the dials.]
I think he was looking for you. When I tried to catch up with him, he went straight to the mines.
[Of course. There was a job to finish, so it made sense that Vander would come to complete it. That had always been the goal, right? After all that they had been through, all the betrayals, all the furious anger at each other, it would always return to Vander finishing the one job that seemed to override all others. Like Silco was this filthy creature to once more discard.
He'd kill him. For good this time.]
Of course he was. [He twitched at the sound of running water again, and he swallowed hard as if he could feel the phantom of those fingers around his throat, squeezing, cutting off his air, choking the life out of him. It had always been personal.] There are plenty of places to hide in the mines, to disappear for a time. He knows this.
[her brows knit together for a moment, thinking back when she, vi, and isha were venturing in the mines on the search for him. her toes wiggle underneath the waters again, and her tongue trail slowly along her slightly cracked lips.]
I wonder if... that's what got him so upset. He wanted to go to the room you two had, but... couldn't fit. To see if you were there waiting for him.
[it's not at all the reason, but it's not like jinx is aware that blood is what triggers vander's wrath. although, it is a good theory, maybe.]
[His context for the situation that Jinx was alluding to was flawed, and he assumed she meant something about his office at the Last Drop. The idea that Vander couldn't fit through the door was absurd of course, and he just shook his head mutely as he continued to work on her hair. He was making real progress now, and with the tub filling, he would even consider putting some of this mess in the water soon.]
Any room that we associated with each other in is long gone. Just the Last Drop.
[The orphanage remained of course, but the house in the slums, the apartment in the Lanes. The only thing that actually remained was the Last Drop which they had built up together.]
[the last drop? that... that can't be right. there was the room in the mines, and she definitely didn't fabricate their jackets and all of their belongings. maybe her father is excluding it due to how much pain it carries in his heart.]
Oh.
[— is all she can muster to say while turning her attention back down to her toes. maybe it would be better to not mention it, or at least right now.]
I can... comb the rest if your hands are getting tired.
[Silco hadn't returned to that space since before the incident that left him scarred and mutilated, abandoning the shared spaces for the revolution. Too many memories. It had indeed passed out of his consciousness, buried deep enough to not be able to bother him despite the fact that he could vividly remember every aspect of that place in the mines. It had been... a long time ago.
He turned his head at her single word, wondering if it were her simply capping the end of the conversation or if there was something more that he was missing. While he didn't restrict her going to the mines, that place was well out of the way, long abandoned and dismissed from the minds of the people who were alive to remember it.]
You were talking about the Last Drop, were you not?
[His fingers tightened on the brush. No, he wouldn't relinquish the opportunity, unless she decided to insist.]
It's fine. Your hair is quite the mess, and it's better that you warm in the bath and rest.
[she stalls, continuing to muse if this is a topic to dig deeper in or to just leave it be. if she knows silco (and she does), he would want her to clarify, and he does appear to be hungry for answers. and why wouldn't he? he (and viktor) are the only two who hadn't seen zaun/runeterra for a time, and it's only natural for a mind to waddle in curiosity.]
— I was talking about... the room. In the mines. That, uh... you two had together. I guess? Your jacket is still in good condition, eh heh.
[her way of trying to make her discovery less, well, gut-wrenching. that is if it's hurtful to him at all. jinx supposes she'll learn in a next couple of seconds.]
[His hands paused as she clarified, and his mind filled with questions. How had she found it? Why was she there? Had she found what she was looking for? Was it the same as it had been years earlier? He hadn't thought of that place in a long time, shed it like a second skin when he had left behind the weakling who had drowned. There was no going back, nothing of value. He was better off building anew, and he had found new spaces in the deep dark forgotten underground.
Slowly, he convinced himself to move the brush and comb through her hair again, clearing his throat a little. Like an old broken bone, his chest ached dully at the memories trying to rise through the depths, and he simply had to push them back down, suppress them as he drew in a deep breath and held it.]
It was a meeting room far out of the way of prying eyes. [No, it was so much more than that. His voice gave him away, the way it deepened and softened as if he didn't want to apply himself too much talking about it in case some other noise emerged with it.] Yes, I left it there once I bought my way out of the mines.
[When the smuggling business had been good, when the Lanes had began to be founded, when, when, when...]
I don't imagine there was anything but dust, maps and abandoned mining gear.
[well, except for one significant thing, but something tells her it's better for her to have a discussion with vi about it first, before... unveiling the letter. some say things are better left unsaid, but how would one know what say is for better or for worse?]
I should have taken it with me. — The jackets, I mean. To have something to remember you two by, but... [she breathes out a chuckle.] I also didn't want to, I dunno, disturb the dead or something.
[There was something in her tone, the way that she was acting which was a tell that she was hiding something from him. He considered nudging her to tell him, but he was still processing the information about Vander currently. How had he allowed this to go on under his nose and not realize it. He owned the undercity, and yet... there would always be spaces where people could carry out their own destructive behaviours.]
Hmmm, sometimes its best to leave the ghosts of the past where they are...
[But the past never stayed dead, as she had once said. It seemed that she spoke the truth on that matter without even knowing it.]
That place was... a long time ago. Nothing but old memories, and everyone who was there is likely dead or should be.
[the protest speeds pass her lips before she could have a chance to reel it back in, and tuck in a casket somewhere. but with that out, jinx has no choice but to finish that statement, and she peers at her father with a doleful gleam in her eyes.]
You and Vander... shouldn't have died. The two of you were brothers and...— and families should stick together. Even when things go to steeping shit.
[such a gross imagery, yet it best describes how terrible things went for her fathers. a fate that was worse than ordinary shit. the bluenette shifts in the bathtub again to get a better look at silco, and to rest a gentle hand over his.]
He's not here to apologize... or maybe he is. Somewhere out there. But if he's not, then I wanna apologize for him. ... I'm sorry for what he's done to you, and how he lost his cool. He took my mom's death pretty hard and... just.
[jinx can't pretend to know what vander was thinking during that time and can only vaguely recite what was written in the letter. nevertheless, she squeezes her father's hand with her wet one before slanting over to plant a light kiss on it.]
Not gonna ask for forgiveness, it won't make much of a difference... especially after how long ago this was. But. I'm really sorry, Silco.
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Date: 2025-01-01 02:56 am (UTC)[she supposes she should elaborate further than that, seeing he wasn't there with her to follow along the journey she went through. his daughter screws her eyes shut and sinks further into the tub — not entirely letting the water consume herself, of course, but now it glides at shoulder level.]
He came back, but. But not like himself. I dunno what happened to him, but he looked... so different. Like a wolf. He didn't recognize me first, and I didn't recognize him. — But... when he spoke and called me, "Powder", I... I knew it was him. I didn't question it.
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Date: 2025-01-01 04:06 am (UTC)Vander alive? No, it wasn't possible. And if it was? Who had the capability and for what purpose? Someone who had the capability of significant body modifications. Vander being alive both changed everything and changed nothing at all.]
That's... no possible. He's dead.
[A twisted fury suffused him, boiling from a previously empty pit in his stomach and choking him on the hot acid of it. He needed to focus on his daughter, not be distracted by realities that didn't exist and certainly not one that he would ever see either. That moment at the statue was...
No, he put it behind him.]
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Date: 2025-01-01 04:38 am (UTC)[she weirdly agrees as she draws her legs back up to her chest, shifting to sit more up right so she can coil into a ball of herself in the tub.]
But I need to go out and look for him. ... See if they brought him here too, along with me.
[jinx is mostly letting her thoughts flow now, allowing her tongue to be free from all restrictions. if her head wasn't so misty, she would, at least, filter this information for another day.]
I don't want people to get hurt.
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Date: 2025-01-01 04:47 pm (UTC)He had made a personal vow not to push her for answers on her experience, especially in light of that being the reason that she was running away from everyone else in her life currently. This bombshell was massive for him though, realigned everything that could have escaped his notice to the ultimate detriment of his dream.
Automatically, he returned to working on her hair to provide his hands something to do as his mind kept freezing over the knowledge that Vander was alive (though now dead). He had missed it. How could he have missed that? Was it a reaction to the Shimmer? Why hadn't Vander come back to challenge him?]
I'll... go with you.
[He needed to see with his own eyes, needed to understand what his old friend had turned into to be able to survive. Was he a Shimmer addict down in the deepest parts of the slums? Would he have lurked about in the abandoned mineshaft they had once spent considerable time in? Silco had never returned to any of their old haunts on purpose.]
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Date: 2025-01-02 01:47 am (UTC)Okay, yeah. Yeah, you being there might help him. [jinx sucks in her cheeks for a moment as the cogs spin further, faster now than seconds prior.]
He might... be angry at first, but once he sees me and I tell him all about how you've been taking care of me all this time, he'll calm down. He has to. Besides, maybe he'll be happy to see you, too.
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Date: 2025-01-02 02:54 am (UTC)[That was never the word that he would associate with him and Vander coming into contact with each other. There was too much history, too much hurt, too many slights against each other to ever make them anything others than broken angry versions of themselves when in one another presences. He didn't doubt for a second that he would feel the old burn of anger at years old hurts and betrayals.
Silco shook his head even as he brushed out Jinx's hair, finding it easier the more that he managed to work though. If anything, his hands worked faster to keep up with his twisting and churning thoughts. No, he needed to see for himself, and he would perhaps have to eliminate the threat to his relationship with Jinx. That she was already concerned for Vander was enough of a weight to increase his hostility towards the man, if he was indeed alive and here.
He would kill him. Would it matter? No. This place removed that, but it would feel good for a split second. Or he would die in the attempt. He needed to see.
He didn't realize his breathing rate had increased, his face twisted with conflicted emotions, and he was shaking his head.]
No. [He took a deeper breath and held it, forcing calm.] No, happiness is not an emotion he would experience for me. I'll... go to make certain you're safe.
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Date: 2025-01-02 03:32 am (UTC)it results in his daughter sitting more up right; her back straight, with her hands stretching over to touch each side of his cheeks. she's not sure if this will soothe his racing mind, but she's prepared to try.]
Hey... Dad. It's okay. I know what he did to you was horrible, and... and I get that you're angry at him. You got every right to be. He meant a lot to you, and then he did... that —
[she wets her lips, not entirely sure if she should go any further. so instead, she thumbs over his cheeks sweetly.]
I can shaddup about it, i-if you want me to. If... talking about this hurts.
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Date: 2025-01-02 04:02 am (UTC)His hands paused in her hair when he felt her wet hands on his cheeks, and his mismatched eyes dropped to stare into her purple ones. His lips pulled into a thin angry line.]
I will go with you to keep you safe from him.
[He wasn't willing to risk losing her to anyone, least of all him. He cupped the side of her face with a hand.]
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Date: 2025-01-02 04:39 am (UTC)[maybe if she keeps reassuring him they will look for vander together, his fury will die down to a low buzz. and jinx slants forward to plant a gentle kiss between his brows before settling back in the tub again, not daring to yank away her hold on his face.]
But if I can't stop him from getting riled up, you have to run away, okay? I'll have to upgrade my gun like I did back home before we go looking. It's the only thing that will kinda stall him for a few seconds. But he's fast, and his claws are not fun.
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Date: 2025-01-02 04:54 am (UTC)In the sweep of the undercity to put it under his control, he should have picked it up. People bought and sold information readily, and Vander had been an all too trusted prominent member of the city for so long.]
You and I are still family, yes? That will never change, Jinx?
[After everything that Vander had done, all the pain and twisted anguish he had suffered had to mean something. He would kill him. He would hurt him. He would never allow Vander the opportunity to take away what he had fought so hard for, and yet... who had it been whom he had sat below and considered the dream that they had shared together? Bile rose to the back of his throat, but he breathed out heavily at the feel of Jinx's lips on his brow.]
What do you mean 'riled up'? Is he on Shimmer again?
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Date: 2025-01-02 05:16 am (UTC)Of course we're still family, Silco. Just because Vi is in my life, or Ragna, or even Vander, you are still gonna be my dad. And I'll still be your daughter, no matter what happens.
[with one final caress of his cheek, jinx draws back her hands and then shakes her head at his question.]
No, no, Shimmer's been long gone in the Lanes after you left. If there are leftovers, it's not a very big supply. He just...
[how does she explain it? his daughter bites the inside of her bottom lip to think quickly.]
Loud clanking noises bother him, and he has those... weird tubes on his back that I think irritates him too. Maybe. I-I dunno what they do, actually. I just know that he can snap out of his beast mindset and be himself. Nnnnot a big chatterbox, but. He communicates well with his body language.
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Date: 2025-01-02 05:47 am (UTC)No matter what happens, yes. I'll never forsake you.
[He moved one hand to cup and stroke the side of her face again, assuring himself that she was here and present with him. He blinked his blue eye, considering the information. Shimmer had been dismantled on his orders, but there would always be a war for it in the Lanes. It made all the Chem-Barons very, very rich.]
Is it? Renni was supposed to keep supply running normally, if at a downturn due to the previous attack on the refinery.
[He dropped his hand and returned to her hair, picking out a twig and tossing it in the bin. Then he began to comb it out, working through more knots and tangles, listening to her words. He considered each one. Loud noises. Tubes. The beast? No doubt body modifications, but Smeech wouldn't dare, least of all on a mostly dead man.]
He doesn't talk then.... what's this beast?
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Date: 2025-01-02 06:11 am (UTC)[just thinking back on vander and how he looked pains her. and jinx does her best to keep her voice leveled, but the words come out in wavers.]
I dunno. Like a wolf. He didn't... look like that when he died. I dunno what happened to him, or... who did that to him. But... it looked painful to him, to be like that with... whatever those tubes would do to him to make him go crazy.
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Date: 2025-01-02 06:24 am (UTC)I see. Those sound like... extensive body modifications. Someone had to be capable and well resourced.
[And how many of the brilliant ones were well funded? Especially if the Chem-Barons fell. There were some that fit that bill, some that would struggle to rise to fill the void.]
Someone who knew him then. Hound of the underground...
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Date: 2025-01-02 06:46 am (UTC)I think he was looking for you. When I tried to catch up with him, he went straight to the mines.
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Date: 2025-01-02 02:07 pm (UTC)He'd kill him. For good this time.]
Of course he was. [He twitched at the sound of running water again, and he swallowed hard as if he could feel the phantom of those fingers around his throat, squeezing, cutting off his air, choking the life out of him. It had always been personal.] There are plenty of places to hide in the mines, to disappear for a time. He knows this.
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Date: 2025-01-03 05:50 pm (UTC)I wonder if... that's what got him so upset. He wanted to go to the room you two had, but... couldn't fit. To see if you were there waiting for him.
[it's not at all the reason, but it's not like jinx is aware that blood is what triggers vander's wrath. although, it is a good theory, maybe.]
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Date: 2025-01-04 04:09 am (UTC)Any room that we associated with each other in is long gone. Just the Last Drop.
[The orphanage remained of course, but the house in the slums, the apartment in the Lanes. The only thing that actually remained was the Last Drop which they had built up together.]
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Date: 2025-01-06 04:40 am (UTC)Oh.
[— is all she can muster to say while turning her attention back down to her toes. maybe it would be better to not mention it, or at least right now.]
I can... comb the rest if your hands are getting tired.
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Date: 2025-01-06 02:01 pm (UTC)He turned his head at her single word, wondering if it were her simply capping the end of the conversation or if there was something more that he was missing. While he didn't restrict her going to the mines, that place was well out of the way, long abandoned and dismissed from the minds of the people who were alive to remember it.]
You were talking about the Last Drop, were you not?
[His fingers tightened on the brush. No, he wouldn't relinquish the opportunity, unless she decided to insist.]
It's fine. Your hair is quite the mess, and it's better that you warm in the bath and rest.
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Date: 2025-01-08 12:55 am (UTC)[she stalls, continuing to muse if this is a topic to dig deeper in or to just leave it be. if she knows silco (and she does), he would want her to clarify, and he does appear to be hungry for answers. and why wouldn't he? he (and viktor) are the only two who hadn't seen zaun/runeterra for a time, and it's only natural for a mind to waddle in curiosity.]
— I was talking about... the room. In the mines. That, uh... you two had together. I guess? Your jacket is still in good condition, eh heh.
[her way of trying to make her discovery less, well, gut-wrenching. that is if it's hurtful to him at all. jinx supposes she'll learn in a next couple of seconds.]
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Date: 2025-01-08 03:40 am (UTC)Slowly, he convinced himself to move the brush and comb through her hair again, clearing his throat a little. Like an old broken bone, his chest ached dully at the memories trying to rise through the depths, and he simply had to push them back down, suppress them as he drew in a deep breath and held it.]
It was a meeting room far out of the way of prying eyes. [No, it was so much more than that. His voice gave him away, the way it deepened and softened as if he didn't want to apply himself too much talking about it in case some other noise emerged with it.] Yes, I left it there once I bought my way out of the mines.
[When the smuggling business had been good, when the Lanes had began to be founded, when, when, when...]
I don't imagine there was anything but dust, maps and abandoned mining gear.
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Date: 2025-01-11 05:21 pm (UTC)[well, except for one significant thing, but something tells her it's better for her to have a discussion with vi about it first, before... unveiling the letter. some say things are better left unsaid, but how would one know what say is for better or for worse?]
I should have taken it with me. — The jackets, I mean. To have something to remember you two by, but... [she breathes out a chuckle.] I also didn't want to, I dunno, disturb the dead or something.
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Date: 2025-01-12 06:12 pm (UTC)Hmmm, sometimes its best to leave the ghosts of the past where they are...
[But the past never stayed dead, as she had once said. It seemed that she spoke the truth on that matter without even knowing it.]
That place was... a long time ago. Nothing but old memories, and everyone who was there is likely dead or should be.
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Date: 2025-01-16 04:19 pm (UTC)[the protest speeds pass her lips before she could have a chance to reel it back in, and tuck in a casket somewhere. but with that out, jinx has no choice but to finish that statement, and she peers at her father with a doleful gleam in her eyes.]
You and Vander... shouldn't have died. The two of you were brothers and...— and families should stick together. Even when things go to steeping shit.
[such a gross imagery, yet it best describes how terrible things went for her fathers. a fate that was worse than ordinary shit. the bluenette shifts in the bathtub again to get a better look at silco, and to rest a gentle hand over his.]
He's not here to apologize... or maybe he is. Somewhere out there. But if he's not, then I wanna apologize for him. ... I'm sorry for what he's done to you, and how he lost his cool. He took my mom's death pretty hard and... just.
[jinx can't pretend to know what vander was thinking during that time and can only vaguely recite what was written in the letter. nevertheless, she squeezes her father's hand with her wet one before slanting over to plant a light kiss on it.]
Not gonna ask for forgiveness, it won't make much of a difference... especially after how long ago this was. But. I'm really sorry, Silco.
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