[ because it had to be this way, when there was no other path ahead. she doubts even the silco unaffected by this place would allow her to leave willingly.
and she can take it. the agony, the disappointment, the rejection. she can take anything and survive, even when she wishes she was dead. like now, all she can think is that they all would be better off without her β
except, perhaps, for nami. the one person who needs her. the only broken thing she can truly fix. ]
sanjiβs with me i marked him before we left do one of your girls if it helps
[ jinx will deal with the hurt (the girl) later, if it comes to that. ]
[ Boss, not dad, orβ or any of the pet names people use for their loved ones that she's never called him. Because she doesn't feel the same way, you deluded old man.
He thinks of the river. Vander's hands around his neck.
You never learn.
Poison seeping into his skin. Water in his lungs. Disappointment. Heartbreak, worse the second time around. Do one of your girls, not a peace offering or compromise, as he sees it, but a death knell. A sign that it doesn't matter to her. That maybe it never really had. Not when she has Sanji and Nami, when he's just an afterthought, a shard of an old life that she's outgrown.
Ellipses track on the screen for a while. His hands tremble.
cw suicidal ideation
[ because it had to be this way, when there was no other path ahead. she doubts even the silco unaffected by this place would allow her to leave willingly.
and she can take it. the agony, the disappointment, the rejection. she can take anything and survive, even when she wishes she was dead. like now, all she can think is that they all would be better off without her β
except, perhaps, for nami. the one person who needs her. the only broken thing she can truly fix. ]
sanjiβs with me
i marked him before we left
do one of your girls if it helps
[ jinx will deal with the hurt (the girl) later, if it comes to that. ]
cw more suicidal ideation
He thinks of the river. Vander's hands around his neck.
You never learn.
Poison seeping into his skin. Water in his lungs. Disappointment. Heartbreak, worse the second time around. Do one of your girls, not a peace offering or compromise, as he sees it, but a death knell. A sign that it doesn't matter to her. That maybe it never really had. Not when she has Sanji and Nami, when he's just an afterthought, a shard of an old life that she's outgrown.
Ellipses track on the screen for a while. His hands tremble.
And thenβ nothing. ]