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@pwdrpnk
as much as i love my blog for powder and the graphics i have, i cannot justify for myself having 4 blogs therefore !
i will be moving powder and jinx over h e r e once i finish my graphics
of course all my drafts will be moved over as well
let's interact more over there ♥
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@zaunfather said: " if you think you're going to work like this, you better think again. "
❛ There is absolutely noooothiiiiing wrong with me!❜ Powder protested, dragging out the word nothing dramatically as she threw her head back, her voice full of exaggerated defiance. She looked up at Silco with a pout that could rival a child being told they couldn’t have dessert before dinner. And honestly, wasn’t that what this was? She felt like she was being unfairly scolded, and for what?
Her uninjured arm flailed as she continued her plea. ❛ I mean, come on! What’s a broken arm? It’s no big deal! I can still clean tables with one arm, wipe down glasses too — e a s y !❜ She leaned closer to him, her pout deepening as if sheer proximity might change his mind. ❛ It’s not like I planned to fall, okay? That spilled beer came out of nowhere, and I just... I slipped, alright? It’s not my fault. So, don’t punish me like this!❜
Powder’s voice softened slightly, though it still carried that whiny edge. She reached out with her good arm to cling to Silco’s neck, like a child trying to sway a parent’s decision with sheer persistence. ❛ Please, Silco? I swear I’ll be good. I’ll be so careful this time. You won’t even have to worry about me!❜ Her blue eyes widened with a practiced look of innocence, the kind that she thought might just tip the scales in her favor. ❛ At least let me come to the drop! I’ll stay out of the way, I promise. Please?❜
She tugged gently at his shirt, trying her best to look pitiful yet determined, hoping it would be enough to wear down his resolve. She hated feeling useless, and she wasn’t about to sit around while everyone else kept moving forward. Not if she had anything to say about it.
@stonesunk draped a blanket over Powder's shoulders to stop her from trembling
It had been a cold winter day, the kind of cold that bites at your skin and refuses to let up. The rain had come out of nowhere — an unexpected downpour that seemed to come from the skygates above, soaking everything in its path. Powder had been on her way back home from the lab, and by the time she reached the door, she was drenched in icy rainwater. The cold seeped into her bones, making her shiver violently as the temperature outside dropped well into the minus degrees. She didn’t even have an umbrella with her — just a thin sweater for a sorry excuse of her jacket she forgot at home, which was clearly not enough for a storm like this.
When she stepped inside, her teeth were already clattering from the cold. She kicked off her shoes and made a beeline for the fireplace. She n e e d e d warmth — any warmth — and fast. She stood in front of it, outstretching her arms as close to the flames as she could without burning herself, hoping that the heat would sink deep into her frozen skin. Still, the cold didn’t seem to let up. She was shaking all over, feeling both the chill of the rain and the sharp air outside pressing down on her.
The moment was broken when she felt something soft drape over her shoulders. It startled her, and she spun around quickly, still shivering, to see Caitlyn standing behind her. Powder’s eyes softened immediately, and a small smile crept across her face despite the cold still nipping at her.
❛ Thank you, Cait,❜ Powder spoke, her voice a little quieter than usual, as she turned back to face the fire. She couldn’t help but feel grateful, the warmth of the blanket a welcome relief against the chill.
She let out a sigh, a small, nervous chuckle escaping her lips as she tried to explain. ❛ I guess I just forgot to bring an umbrella or a jacket today,❜ she said, shaking her head lightly, as if embarrassed by her own oversight. ❛ I was rushing out the door this morning and didn’t even think about the weather. I should’ve been more prepared, huh?❜ She chuckled again, but it was weak and a little forced, still trying to warm herself up with a smile even though she felt so drained from the day she had and the weather conditions.
@bitch-mittxns said: " eat . you haven't touched your food in days . "
Powder sat curled up on the edge of the bed Caitlyn had set up for her, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. She looked small, like a shadow of the person she had been about a week ago. Dark circles hung under cried out eyes, a stark contrast to her pale skin, cheeks blotchy from crying so much over the past few days. Her face stayed hidden, buried against her knees, as if she couldn’t bear to look at Vi — or herself.
❛ I can’t,❜ she murmured, her voice cracking. ❛ It’s not that I don’t want to… I just can’t. Every time I try, it’s like there’s this knot in my throat, and it won’t let me.❜ Her hands tightened around her legs, her shoulders trembling slightly.
It was hard to eat. Ever since Powder had learned the truth about this world — this version of reality — she couldn’t shake the weight of it. She had discovered what her own self here, Jinx, had done. What she could have done if just a few small moments in her own life, her own universe had played out differently. The devastation Jinx had caused was staggering, leaving a trail of pain and destruction that tore through the lives of people Powder had already grown to care about — Caitlyn, Ekko, and most of all, Vi.
The knowledge was like a constant ache in her chest. It wasn’t just the guilt; it was the fear too. Seeing what her other self had become felt like looking into a twisted mirror, and it left her questioning whether that darkness might have always been inside her, waiting to surface. Powder tried to remind herself that she w a s n ’ t Jinx, not really. But no matter how hard she tried, a part of her felt responsible, as if those acts of destruction belonged to her too.
The thought of it all made her stomach turn, and the idea of eating felt impossible. How could she? How could she pretend everything was okay when she’d seen how much damage a version of herself could cause?
She let out a shaky breath, trailing off for a moment as she tried to steady herself enough to speak again. ❛ I know I’m not her. I know I didn’t do those things. But seeing it — seeing what I could have done — it’s… it’s like a part of me feels responsible anyway. Like maybe I’m n o t so different after all.❜
Her head lifted slightly, just enough for her teary eyes to meet Vi’s. They were full of guilt and fear, but also a faint glimmer of hope, as if she was desperate for Vi to tell her she wasn’t doomed to follow the same path.
❛ I’m sorry, sis. I just… I can’t. Please, can you put it away for me? Maybe later, when this feeling goes away, I’ll try. I promise I’ll try.❜
She buried her face again, her voice barely a whisper. ❛ I don’t want to let you down. Not again. Not this time.❜
@saviourofzaun said: " i know your appetite is a little off, so i ordered in a whole tonne of options. just try a little bit of something, please? for me? "
Jinx sat on the edge of the desk as always, her legs pulled up to her chest, her head resting against her arm. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably, a feeling she’d grown used to over the past few days. Since the bridge, since waking up in the doctor’s lab, everything had felt wrong. She didn’t look like herself anymore — the glowing purple eyes, the even paler skin, the dark veins under her eyes. And her mind? That was worse, louder, more chaotic than ever.
❛ I’m not hungry,❜ she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes flicked to the wide array of food choices beside her, but nothing about it seemed appealing. Hesitantly, she reached out and poked at the mashed potatoes, scooping up a tiny bit with her finger. She put it in her mouth and immediately grimaced, sticking out her tongue.
❛ It’s like… everything tastes different now,❜ she murmured, leaning back with a frustrated sigh. ❛ I can’t stomach it. Nothing feels right anymore.❜ She hugged her knees tighter to her chest, her expression twisting with discomfort and exhaustion.
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@shimmerbeasts said: "stop crying and calm down . That wound is not as bad as it looks." ( vi )
âť› No, it is exactly as bad as it looks! Maybe worse!âťś Powder whined, her voice rising to a high-pitched squeak as panic took over. Tears streamed down her cheeks in messy streaks, and she pressed her arm over her eyes, trying to block out the sight of the deep cut on her leg. She was shaking all over, her breaths coming out fast and uneven.
❛ I can’t look at it, Vi. I hate blood, I hate it!❜ she cried, her voice trembling. ❛ I’m gonna pass out, I swear — just looking at it makes me feel sick. I'm going to throw up. It’s so much blood, isn’t it? There’s too much!❜ Her other hand clutched at her chest, like she was trying to hold herself together.
Her body shuddered as another wave of fear gripped her, and she started rambling, her words spilling out in a rush. ❛ Do you think it’s gonna be okay? It’s not gonna get infected, right? Oh no, what if it gets infected? What if I lose my leg, Vi? What if they have to cut it off? I can’t — I can’t handle that!❜
She bit her lip hard, trying to stop herself from spiraling further, but the pain and the sight of blood were overwhelming. ❛ It looks deep, doesn’t it? It feels deep. It hurts so bad, Vi. Please, tell me it’s not as bad as I think it is. Please.❜ She finally peeked out from under her arm, only to see more blood, and quickly shut her eyes tight again, her whole body trembling like a leaf.
CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS.
i found this list and kinda fed into it each time i got the flu or a migraine, and u know what, it's just me revealing just how much i love the caring threads and the soft threads and the fondly exasperated "let me help you" threads! use at your pleasure, DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST NOR EDIT IT! i will be changing it accordingly!
" i found you passed out in the kitchen. you wanna stop working yourself so hard? or do i need to keep hitting the gym to carry you to bed every day? "
" you're burning up. "
" your neighbour called me and said you could use a nurse. looks like they were right, too. "
" you were told to take it easy, so... yeah. this is kinda on you. "
" you took a sick day. you NEVER take a sick day. so yeah, i got worried, and i figured i'd come over and keep an eye on you. "
" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. "
" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "
" you look like hell. "
" i brought you some soup; let me heat some up for you? "
" okay. it's time you went to the hospital. "
" hey… hello there, sleeping beauty. you gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. how are you feeling? "
" i swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… "
" you know when i said to call if it's an emergency? a fever is most DEFINITELY considered an emergency! "
" if you think you're going to work like this, you better think again. "
" don't worry. my family swears by this remedy; just let it work its magic and you'll feel good as new in no time. "
" I don't care about getting sick. i'm not leaving you until you're back to full health. "
" you didn't stop to think that this might happen when you're burning the candle at both ends? "
" yeah, I can play the role of nurse AND say "I told you so" at the same time, actually. "
" you better drink every last drop of this tea, no matter how disgusting it is. "
" i told my boss it was an emergency so they've given me a full week to look after you. "
" quit being so stubborn and get into BED! "
" what part of doctor's orders hasn't sunk in yet? bed rest! for the WEEK! "
" right, where do you keep your saucepans? i'm going to make you my famous noodle soup. it's a cure-all, i'm telling you! "
" hey, unless you're going to the bathroom or the sofa, I don't want to see you out of that bed. got it? "
" when are you gonna start letting people look after you, huh? "
" i know, i know, i turned off all the lights once i figured you had the migraine. you want some tea? water? "
" don't be mad, but i saw your fridge, and... it frightened me. so i've taken you back to my place, and i'm gonna get deliveroo to bring some groceries to your place tomorrow. okay? "
" i know your appetite is a little off, so i ordered in a whole tonne of options. just try a little bit of something, please? for me? "
" i've brought half a pharmacy, enough movies and boardgames to last us a decade, and every single snack i could fit into the basket at the grocery store. so sit your butt down, eat your soup, and try and make the most of your bed rest for the next week, will you? "
ACTION PROMPTS ( SEND THE FULL LINE! and feel free to reverse if u wish! ):
[ TOUCH ]: sender gently rests a hand against the receiver's forehead to check their temperature.
[ DAMP ]: sender presses a cool cloth against the receiver's face, neck and forehead to try and lower their fever.
[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.
[ SPOON ]: sender gently coaxes spoons of soup into the receiver's mouth to build up their strength after an illness.
[ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed.
[ AROUND ]: sender keeps a protective arm around the receiver to help them walk without the risk of stumbling or collapsing.
[ STAY ]: sender decides to stay by the receiver's bedside after learning that they're sick.
[ HAIR ]: sender smooths back the receiver's hair in a soothing gesture to try and help them go back to sleep.
[ TILT ]: sender tips a bottle of water up for the receiver to sip from.
[ HUM ]: sender hums/sings to soothe a sick receiver back to sleep.
[ BACK ]: sender gently rubs the receiver's back, either to soothe them or warm them while they're unwell.
[ SHARE ]: sender climbs into the receiver's sickbed with them, wrapping their arms around them to offer warmth and comfort.
[ SHOWER ]: sender, learning the receiver has a high fever, takes a cold shower with them in order to lower their temperature.
[ WAKEN ]: the receiver wakes up in bed, having been found unconscious by the sender and carried into the bed from the floor.
[ QUARANTINE ]: the sender and receiver, both being sick, decide to quarantine together and spend the recovery period with each other.
“what can that hand do?” kill. Cause problems
same goes for my mouth. If anyone was curious
@galaxythixf said: "wipe that look off your face ." ( mylo )
Jinx tilted her head, a crooked grin spreading across her face as she looked at Mylo. Her eyes glimmered with something dangerous, something sharp, though whether it was anger or amusement, even she couldn’t tell anymore. She started twirling the gun around her finger, the motion almost lazy, faint metallic clicks filling the air. Her voice was light, playful, but there was an edge to it, a tension lying just beneath the surface.
❛ There’s a look on my face? Really?❜ she asked, mock surprise dripping from her words. ❛ Excuse me, I didn’t know a girl couldn’t be happy to see an old friend. That’s what we are, right? Friends? You and me, Mylo?❜ Her eyes locked onto his, unblinking, the grin still stretched across her face as she caught the gun mid-spin and flipped it in her hand. She gripped it tightly, her fingers curling around the handle like she was holding on to more than just a weapon.
❛ Look at me now,❜ she said, her tone shifting, the mockery giving way to something darker. ❛ I’m a jinx, just like you said. I jinx every job, ruin everything I touch. You were right all along.❜ Her voice grew louder, rising with each word, carrying the weight of years of hurt and anger and confusion. ❛ So I rebranded myself. I took your words and made them mine. You gave me a new name, Mylo. A new purpose. Aren’t you proud of me now?❜
Her smile twisted, bitter now, and she let out a laugh that sounded more like a sob. ❛ You’ve been such a good friend to me. Always there, always in my head. In my dreams. In my hallucinations. You’ve never left me alone, not for a single day. Taunting me, reminding me how useless I am, how weak, how worthless. You’ve been real helpful, Mylo.❜ Her voice cracked, but she pushed through it, the words spilling out in an angry tidalwave.
âť› But guess what?âťś she said, her voice sharp and cutting now. She took a step closer- âť› I finally made them work. My bombs, Mylo. They work now. Wanna see?âťś
@pwdrpnk : hold me again. / for felicia from jinx
Felicia felt like she couldn't breathe. Like she was being squeezed so tight around her ribs that she would crumple in on herself. It was all she could do not to let slip the tears that threatened to be pushed out of her eyes by that knot in her throat. They fell just the same when she heard her daughter say those words. To reach for her again after so much time apart.
Powder- Jinx- may be bigger now than when they parted last, but she would always be Felicia's baby girl. She would know that beautiful blue hair and that precious face anywhere.
Felicia rushed to her, wrapping her arms around Jinx's thin frame and pulling her close to her heart. Tears fell from her eyes in fat drops atop the girl's blue hair as she squeezed her body tight. Arms around her shoulders, not wanting to ever let go ahead. How long had it really been? Did Jinx even really remember her? Did she remember their old home, their old life before everything went so terribly wrong? No matter. None of that mattered now. They were together again. That was all that mattered.
"I'm so sorry, baby," felicia wept, resting her cheek atop the girl's head as her thumb stroked her daughter's shoulder, "I'm sorry I missed so much... But I'm here. It's gonna be okay now. I'll find a way to make it all okay."
Jinx stood there, staring at the woman in front of her. She couldn’t breathe; her chest felt tight, her heart pounding so loud she could barely hear anything else. The face in front of her, those warm eyes, that familiar softness — it all felt too good to be true. Memories swirled like a storm in her head, sharp and painful, images of the bridge flashing through her mind. She remembered everything. The screams. The bodies. The terror. Her mother lying still, her eyes open but empty, the warmth gone from her face. She’d been sure her mother was dead. Certain. That moment had been burned into her mind, carved into her heart, a scar she carried every single day.
But now here she was. Standing there. Alive. Breathing. Real.
Maybe.
Jinx’s fingers twitched by her sides, her mind at war with itself. Could this be another trick? Another hallucination? Her mind played cruel games with her, conjuring up visions of Mylo, Claggor, and even Vi, all twisted and wrong. They manifested with rough shapes, tough exteriors and distorted faces, but she seemed... Different. What if this was just another illusion? Another sick joke her broken mind was playing on her, more cruel than the others?
The words left her mouth before she even realized she was speaking. ❛ Hold me again.❜ It wasn’t a demand or a request; it was a plea, soft and trembling. Her voice cracked under the weight of her emotions, the words coming out like a prayer she was too scared to believe in. Her whole body felt frozen, paralyzed by the fear that if she moved, this fragile moment would shatter, and the woman in front of her would vanish into smoke like all the others.
But then her mother moved, and Jinx couldn’t stop herself. The second Felicia stepped forward, Jinx rushed into her arms, throwing herself against her like she might disappear if she hesitated. Her arms wrapped around her mother’s waist, and she buried her face into her shoulder, squeezing her pink eyes shut so they would not shed tears. She held on as tightly as she could, like holding her mother would anchor her into this world, make this real. Her breath hitched, and she choked on a sob that clawed its way up her throat.
She smelled it — her mother’s scent, the faint, comforting mix of soap and axel grease she remembered so clearly. It hit her like a wave, washing over her, dragging her back to a time when things were simpler, when she wasn’t Jinx, when she was still just Powder. Her grip tightened, her fingers clutching desperately at the fabric of her mother’s dress, afraid that if she let go, it would all slip away.
Her voice broke as she spoke, trembling with a mix of hope and terror. ❛ Are you real?❜ she asked, her words muffled against her mother’s shoulder. Her breath came out in shallow gasps, her whole body trembling. ❛ Please tell me you’re real. Please. Are you really here? Mom?❜
The last word came out in a whisper, raw and filled with all the longing, all the hurt, and all the hope she’d buried deep down inside her for so long. She didn’t know what she’d do if this wasn’t real, if this was just another cruel twist of her mind. She wasn’t sure she’d survive it.
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@gntlets said: "i'm bad for you"
❛And you think you get to decide that?❜ Powder asked, her voice calm but firm. She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Shifting her weight onto one leg, she tilted her head, her stance challenging but not hostile.
❛Whatever’s going on in your head, whatever happened between you and… the other me, it doesn’t matter now. That’s not who I am, and it isn’t the same. I’m here now, Vi. I crossed into this strange, messed-up world to find you, to know you. And you don’t get to take that away from me just because you think it’s better for me.❜
She took a step closer, her face and tone softening, the edge in her voice melting into something gentler, more vulnerable. ❛Please, don’t push me away. We have a chance to change everything. A chance to make something better out of both our lives. I’ve spent so long wondering who my sister would be if I ever got to grow up with her. Don’t take that chance from me now.❜
Her lips quirked into a small, almost playful smile, though tears glistened in her eyes. ❛I don’t even know the little things about you. What’s your favorite food? Is your favorite ice cream flavor still vanilla, or did you finally develop taste buds? What’s your favorite thing to do when you’re not fighting or running? I have so many questions I need answers to.❜
She stepped even closer, looking up at her sister with pleading eyes. ❛Let me in, Vi. Let me get to know you. That’s all I want. That’s why I came here.❜
@galaxythixf said "here , let me see that ."
Powder winced, trying to wave off the concern. ❛It’s okay… it’s probably just a scratch or something,❜ she mumbled, though her face betrayed her. She squinted from the sting, her expression tightening with pain. Her lips parted in a sharp hiss as she reluctantly pulled up her pants, revealing a mess of deeper cuts along her shin. Tiny slivers of glass were still embedded in the skin, and the sight of the wounds made her stomach churn. A customer had just dropped a glass on the ground, and accidentally pushed her over into it as she tried to clean it up. Now? The broken pieces were wishing to become one with her.
Her hands trembled slightly as she looked away, biting her lip to keep from crying. The pale cast of her face grew worse with each passing second, her discomfort written all over her.
❛I can’t… I can’t look,❜ she stammered, squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head further away. ❛Is it bad? It’s bad, isn’t it?❜ She leaned back on one hand for support, the other draping over her eyes as if blocking out the sight would make the pain disappear.
Her breathing quickened, panic bubbling under the surface. ❛It has to be bleeding a lot… I can feel it. Ugh, I think I’m gonna pass out,❜ she muttered weakly, her voice wavering as her body fought against the lightheadedness threatening to overtake her.
hear me out you guys.
ironically, au powder is extremely squeamish to blood. she sees blood and goes pale and feels like she is going to pass out / does pass out
complete opposite of jinx, a less broken version if you will
more angst prompts
'maybe we should take a break.' 'we were never right for each other.' 'don't lie to yourself.' 'don't die. please.' 'don't go. don't leave me here alone.' 'i couldn't even do one simple thing.' 'nothing's going right.' 'say that to my face.' 'are you happy now?' 'is this what you wanted?' 'everyone always leaves.' 'i lost everything.' 'i don't know how much more of this i can take.' 'i can't do it. i can't-' 'don't look at me.' 'i don't think we're right for each other.' 'you need to stay away from me.' 'i'm bad for you.' 'haven't you had enough?' 'there's nothing left.' 'this is it.' 'i want to help you. let me help you.' 'all is fair in love and war.' 'i think you've done enough.' 'i'm a nobody.' 'you can't go! you'll die!' 'move! get out of the way!' 'i can't move.' 'read my lips. we're over.' 'don't walk away from me.' 'i didn't want to hurt you. i just couldn't stop.' 'i feel like i can't talk to you anymore.' 'this is killing me.' 'you weren't there when i needed you.' 'i wish, just once, you could love me like this.' 'maybe i liked the lies a little too much.' 'don't go where i can't follow.' 'i can't just let this go.' 'i would've given you everything.' 'please, just for tonight, let's forget what happened.' 'i hate you. i hate that i still love you.' 'i'm not ready to say goodbye...' 'well...always did say i'd end up getting myself killed.' 'please, for once, be honest with me. did you love me?' 'was any of it real?' 'all of that...and for what? are you happy now?' 'sometimes it's just the wrong person at the wrong time.' 'i really did love you, if you can believe me.' 'i can't forgive you for this. never for this.' 'did it hurt you, too?' 'lying is your first language, isn't it?' 'how do i trust you now?' 'i'd let you hurt me over and over again. anything to have you close to me.'
The feminine urge to write Powder and sometimes experimentally Jinx
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"Vi… is that you?" Powder’s voice trembled as she called out to the figure standing with her back turned before her. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Coming to this… place, this universe, had been one shock after another. Everything here was wrong.
Zaun was in ruins, barely recognizable. Piltover wasn’t much better—just another mess of shattered buildings and broken lives. What kind of world was this? What had happened here? Powder knew she should have stayed in her own universe, minded her own business. But curiosity had pulled her in. She had to know. She had to find out where Ekko had gone, the one she’d seen through the strange device they built.
Yet, amidst all the chaos and despair, there was one thing painfully right in this universe. Violet was alive here.
"Vi…?" Powder’s voice cracked as tears filled her eyes. She took a step forward, her heart pounding. "It’s me. Powder. Is that really you?"
So much had changed, so much had to fix. Vi worked with Caitlyn as she starts to change and alter the government and the world. Already she had established the council with three zaunites and three piltovans and Caitlyn stood as Prince Kiramman still (something she continued to complain about) and helped with tie breakers. But where Caitlyn excelled at was abolishing the enforcers and recreating the Wardens and she was the Sheriff. Vi stood with her as the Chevalier of House Kiramman, but also as her Deputy in the Wardens.
The black leather jacket adored her shoulders, as she tugged it slightly to fit it better around her shoulders. Her fingers ran through her red hair as she paid the merchant for a drink of spice chai tea and then a cupcake. How weird, to walk in the streets of Piltover and buy things without fighting. She moved toward an empty scenic lookout as she leaned up against the railing. She could see the open ocean, the region of Zaun and even at this distance she could see where Powder and herself would sit. How ironic that now she was looking at Zaun rather than looking to Piltover.
She lifted the cupcake up to her lips, happily gorging herself on the sweet food. She had finished the cupcake when suddenly a voice caused the world to stop. Green pupils shot over her shoulder and stared at the blue-haired girl. Her hand dropped the chai as it collided with the ground and spilled everywhere. “Pow... Powpow?” Vi whispered as she took a few steps and pressed against the railing. Vi collapsed onto the ground with a hard thunk against her knees that would ache later. Her hands reached up to press against her head and closed her eyes tightly.
A growl escaped her lips as she tried to retain her vastayan nature. “You’re not real. I buried you. No.. Not Powder, but Jinx. I buried Jinx. She’s gone, she’s gone. Why are you here? Go away,” Vi whispered, not wanting the hallucinations of torment to torture her. This always happened when she was alone. Why did she not learn?
Her hand moved from the side of her head to grab her belt buckle, the Kiramman sigil on it as she dug her palm into it and hoping the sharp points of ache might wake her up a little. Her other hand landed on the ground, showing the paw pads.
Powder watched her sister crumble, her confusion growing with every passing second. She didn’t understand what Vi meant about burying her — burying Jinx. Who was Jinx? Why would Vi think she was gone? The words and thoughts swirled around in Powder’s mind, heavy and strange, like everything else in this unfamiliar world. It was all so wrong, and it scared her, but seeing Vi like this scared her even more.
Her heart ached as tears blurred her vision, and she took a cautious step forward. They were sisters — Vi wouldn’t hurt her like seeing the rest of her home in ruins did. She had to believe that. Slowly, she moved closer, her hands trembling at her sides. Finally, she knelt down in front of Vi, her knees pressing against the cold, hard ground. She tried to meet Vi’s eyes, her own brimming with tears that she could no longer hold back.
❛It’s me, Vi. I promise. I don’t know what’s going on here, or what happened to you in this world, but... I’m real. I don’t know how to explain it, and this might sound strange, but I’m... not from here... I came from… somewhere else. A different world, I think. I don’t even know how I got here, but I know I don’t belong in this place. It’s so different, so… broken.❜ Her voice wavered as the tears spilled over, her hands twitching as though she wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure if she should or if she could.
Like if she touched Vi, she would just disappear all at once and it would all hit her again. Her sister was gone. No longer alive.
Her gaze softened as she looked at Vi’s face, taking in every detail. Despite the pain etched into her sister’s features, despite the scars that adorned her face, she was still so familiar, so warm. Powder’s lips trembled as she whispered,
❛You’re so beautiful. So grown up. You’re here… alive.❜ The words slipped from her lips without thought, her voice soft and trembling. Powder didn't even mean to say them — they just spilled out, carried by the flood of emotions crashing over her. Everything about this moment was too much, yet somehow not enough.
Her heart felt like it might burst as the weight of it all settled over her — the sight of Vi, the sound of her voice, the reality that she was really here. It was overwhelming, almost unbearable, but in the best possible way. Tears spilled freely down her cheeks as she tried to take it all in, the emotions surging through her too big to hold back.
She took a shaky breath, her words barely audible now. ❛Can I hug you? Please?❜
