[ jinx wears the mask of an arctic fox, tinted pale blue instead of white, otherwise unadorned but for the tattooed clouds floating up her right arm and across her shoulder, even along the side her breast and throat. tender places, feeling all the moreso for whatever’s in the air, this spring day. cleaner than the fissures, sure, but never without a little something, something. a leash drapes around her usual choker, the black cord parallel to the dual braids trailing down her body (her hair, brilliantly blue, reaches to the forest floor). the leather is an obvious match for the collar hooked on her fingers.
jinx shifts her wait, cracking the twig beneath her the ball of her foot again, a purposeful reveal. ]
Sure. [ shoulders lifting in a shrug (as if she doesn’t mind, despite the intense look in her eyes). this one — girl, prey, topsider — is pretty, all the lovier for the scars upon her face — and she doesn’t look too prim, fattened up by wealth or power. so many people here come from the very world she and silco fought against. her violet gaze wanders up lottie’s scrawny legs (a trait they share, mind) to her navel, the swell of her breasts (fuller than jinx’s own) and finally sticks on her neck. she twirls the collar lazily. ]
Coulda nabbed you earlier, but the chase is the fun part, right?
[ testing, teasing. does this girl know what she signed up for? a visual learner herself, jinx deigns to illustrate her meaning and appears before her in a flash. she leans up on her toes to splay a hand against the tree behind lottie, undeterred by their difference in height. ]
💘 stupid cupid, stop picking on me
jinx shifts her wait, cracking the twig beneath her the ball of her foot again, a purposeful reveal. ]
Sure. [ shoulders lifting in a shrug (as if she doesn’t mind, despite the intense look in her eyes). this one — girl, prey, topsider — is pretty, all the lovier for the scars upon her face — and she doesn’t look too prim, fattened up by wealth or power. so many people here come from the very world she and silco fought against. her violet gaze wanders up lottie’s scrawny legs (a trait they share, mind) to her navel, the swell of her breasts (fuller than jinx’s own) and finally sticks on her neck. she twirls the collar lazily. ]
Coulda nabbed you earlier, but the chase is the fun part, right?
[ testing, teasing. does this girl know what she signed up for? a visual learner herself, jinx deigns to illustrate her meaning and appears before her in a flash. she leans up on her toes to splay a hand against the tree behind lottie, undeterred by their difference in height. ]