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@nccessarymonster.
‘ hey, boss, ‘ sevika greets, though she knows silco had to have heard them on their journey up the stairs. her cargo, which she drags by an ankle with her real arm ( barely weighs anything despite being a big motherfucker ), had stopped yelling in response to bring pulled up the stairs halfway up, instead groaning and begging sevika to wait, stop, no, sevika, please. laughter dances in her voice. ‘ i brought you something. ‘
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“ I have my reasons for being this way. ”
He sees her there, at the door, practically sniffling like she did when she had been a child and scuffed her knee. His eyes were soft and the kingpin moved forward to rest his hands on her shoulders before pulling her against his chest. Just simple contact. His arms looped around her and he rested his chin atop her head, simply letting her vent her frustrations against him in between the sobs. The vengeance could come another night. For now, he would only provide comfort to his heartbroken daughter.
Her body slumps against him when he pulls her into a hug, face buried into his chest as she sobs into it, fingers gripping right onto the back of her fathers jacket, knees shaking and threatening to have her collapse to the ground.
Jinx’s words are muffled into Silco’s chest, incoherent but filled with frustration when they’re able to come out between her sobs. All she needed right now was to just…let it all out.
His hands found her braids, which appeared rather ragged due to all the dirt and grime she had been going through lately. The crime boss sighed as he looked over her shoulder at her before returning to her hair. "When was the last time you took care of these? Come on now--" he snapped his finger over her shoulder, palm extended. "Hand me a brush, girl."
“Chill OUT, pops! They were totally fine like an hour ago!”
Maybe longer. She couldn’t remember. Jinx pursed her lips into a pout as Silco took her braids, though she made no effort to pull them from him. Instead, the girl reaches over in front of her and grabs the brush, playing with it like it was an airplane before landing it into her father figure’s palm.
beep beep. You always put such life and vitality in your muses, Cat, and I can see it in your Jinx, too. You always have such a good voice to your writing and I always enjoy seeing what you can come up with. Also, as per usual, you're always the best to bounce ideas off of. You're doing fine, sweetheart. Mwah mwah. Love you
Grimmm!! Thank you—this is very sweet and makes my heart all warm and fuzzy. Love you bestie.
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'you may hide here with me, if you wish. ’ (for bb Jinx? )
Wide eyes stare up at him, prickled with tears before she wipes at them with the backs of her hands, sniffling softly before giving a quiet nod, shuffling over to hide behind her new parental figure, arms wrapping around him as if he is some sort of lifeline—someone who can actually protect her and not abandon her like the family she once thought she had.
Guilt was a very heavy burden for a child so young. Powder sniffled once more, eyes closed as tightly as they possibly could. Nightmares had been plaguing her, and it seemed as though she had come to him for comfort—so without saying anything, the girl remained where she was, not letting go any time soon.
“ why do you keep lying to me like i don’t know ever time you try it? ”
“Uh, because I didn’t wanna get in trouble? Duh.”
She says it so nonchalantly, spinning on the chair that she’s sitting on, tools in hand. It seems that she was in the middle of working on some of he weaponry—trying to make them bigger and better then they used to be. She leaned back in her seat to look at her father, goggles still over her eyes though brows quirked up in the utmost curiosity.
“Wait—what did I lie about this time?”
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She loved the sound of loud music, even in this shithole of a city - in this era full of questionable tastes that bordered on repulsive and exciting. But one thing that always remained a constant was music, no matter how it sounded she could find a rhythm in its chaos. Even now, cutting through a crowd with her hands full. It may have been strategic to dance around the others to avoid a lot of things but it was still downright fun. And even better, it led her to where she wanted to go.
Bless a mortal’s confidence (or arrogance? She could not yet say) for an open door policy. Hardly anyone batted an eye at her wandering across the club and to the office of the man she had traveled so far for. There’s no knock, no announcement to her presence as she entered - just the sound of glass and metal dropping onto his desk, a familiar purple liquid dribbling out from the broken syringes. A red stained hand turned over then, having released the contents she had been carrying.
“These have really been messing up mortals, or so I’ve heard.” Mortem lifted her other hand to reveal those same syringes, full and unbroken. One lining four of her fingers as she aimed them directly at her arm and stabbed them in without so much as a moments hesitation. Unflinching as she injected all the liquid and then dropped the now empty syringes onto his desk with the others.
“I have yet to see how but I suspect that it’s due to how... impure this magic feels.” Her arms dropped to her sides, body swaying her weight to one side as she gazed upon him - a burning curiosity that did not answer if she meant harm or not. Nor did the thin smile that curled upon her lips help any; its nature something knowing and vague at once, something shy of feral.
