open up your heart / like the gates of hell.

[powerhungry]

JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO DO / TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT / TO BURN AWAY / 'CAUSE I COULD BE YOUR STOKER. — psl + smudgy —

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[smudgy]

[ For all Jinx plays at carelessness (at callousness, in sacrificing lives and resources to her whims and plans), she feels a great deal — obvious to those who know her best or even those who oversee her regularly, like Sevika. Not a mad killer, but an emotional girl, bereft of any anchor but Silco himself.

And so: As he so often has before, he calls her back. His voice hooking into her, a glimmering lure. She hiccups a breath. Uncurls her body to see him.

His eyes blink before her. Powder blue in the iris, shimmer violet in his veins, a brilliant smudge at the corner of his mouth. Her blood, in the transfusion when her help arrived. Her tears, dried on his face, his hand. She surges forward, only to stop short, perched at the edge of his desk. She wouldn’t check her instincts for any other, but for him — she slips a hand on either side of his sharp jaw to lift his head. Her thumb clears the glittery remnant at the corner of his mouth. ]

[ thick with grief, tears slowing to a trickle, ] I told you not to leave me.

[ As if he had any say in the matter, with her fingers first on the trigger, then clutching at the hole in his chest. His shirt has paid the price for her salvage efforts, tattered around his fresh bandages. ]