[ Jinx takes off with a exhilarated laugh, wild and free. The last month hurt, doubling the losses she suffered — first Silco, then Sanji, both of them slumped in a chair before her, made limp by her poison touch. She circles weak prey first and finds them wanting, a young man whining pathetically in her iron grasp, pinned to the forest floor by her dainty foot at his back. Boring. Her mask gives her camouflage, when an arctic fox could be predator or prey, small but wily. A few fall for it, skittering back too late and deemed unworthy of her time for the mistake. She knows what she is — what she’s always been.
A fucking jinx. A death curse in the form of a girl. A killer. She ignores the dying echo that names her perfect. The softer voice that promises her hands are for better things than this. Sanji was wrong, her fingers shaking against his wound, on Zoro’s chest.
She zeroes in on an elusive quarry, zig-zagging with the other prey animals, letting them take the fall. A girl, head thrown back against a tree, the smell of her tempting — but not what she was after. The one she wants has disappeared into the thick of the trees, too many branches slung low to see clearly. Clever clever. She slinks through the gaps, too quick to be seen, too light on her feet to make a sound. ]
Uh-oh. [ Low and scratchy, as if she just took a drag. What a pity, that her target has fallen at the final hurdle, when she had such high hopes for a fight to the end. She flashes from her place behind him to stand before him.
And her heart stops, blood rushing with nowhere to go, limbs deadened by the sight of him. He looks the same as he had at the end, hair plastered to his forehead, gasping for air with holes in his lungs. The absence of him aches all the more for his unreal presence. She kissed him, and he left. She wanted him, and he denied her with his disappearance. Maybe he didn’t forgive her, maybe he didn’t want her, maybe — ]
Silco, Silco. [ Both hands cradling his jaw, guiding his head up. She kneels before him, all her insecurities forgotten, with his obvious need at the forefront of her mind. She can smell it in the air, feel it under her fingers, a static shock everywhere they touch. Her eyes glow violet behind her mask, heavy-lidded. She can’t stop her hands from roving, one remaining at his cheek while the other trails down his chest, touching the very wounds she created, scar tissue rough against her fingertips. A miracle made flesh. ]
Are you really here? [ voice quavering, ] I thought you left me.
[ Like everyone does. Vander then Violet, Silco then Sanji. ]
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A fucking jinx. A death curse in the form of a girl. A killer. She ignores the dying echo that names her perfect. The softer voice that promises her hands are for better things than this. Sanji was wrong, her fingers shaking against his wound, on Zoro’s chest.
She zeroes in on an elusive quarry, zig-zagging with the other prey animals, letting them take the fall. A girl, head thrown back against a tree, the smell of her tempting — but not what she was after. The one she wants has disappeared into the thick of the trees, too many branches slung low to see clearly. Clever clever. She slinks through the gaps, too quick to be seen, too light on her feet to make a sound. ]
Uh-oh. [ Low and scratchy, as if she just took a drag. What a pity, that her target has fallen at the final hurdle, when she had such high hopes for a fight to the end. She flashes from her place behind him to stand before him.
And her heart stops, blood rushing with nowhere to go, limbs deadened by the sight of him. He looks the same as he had at the end, hair plastered to his forehead, gasping for air with holes in his lungs. The absence of him aches all the more for his unreal presence. She kissed him, and he left. She wanted him, and he denied her with his disappearance. Maybe he didn’t forgive her, maybe he didn’t want her, maybe — ]
Silco, Silco. [ Both hands cradling his jaw, guiding his head up. She kneels before him, all her insecurities forgotten, with his obvious need at the forefront of her mind. She can smell it in the air, feel it under her fingers, a static shock everywhere they touch. Her eyes glow violet behind her mask, heavy-lidded. She can’t stop her hands from roving, one remaining at his cheek while the other trails down his chest, touching the very wounds she created, scar tissue rough against her fingertips. A miracle made flesh. ]
Are you really here? [ voice quavering, ] I thought you left me.
[ Like everyone does. Vander then Violet, Silco then Sanji. ]