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my muse’s reaction to | @traumarot

         She can’t breathe. 

        It’s the first thing that registers. The ringing within her ears isn’t an unfamiliar sound, she’s welcomed it many times before that. With the tears come small hiccuping sounds, it takes her a few seconds to realize she’s lying on her back - the overwhelming weight from before is gone. 

        The weight, the stench, the feel of his rough hands. She gasps, nearly choking on air as her breathing stutters, tears blind her for a few seconds - her eyes burn so fiercely, tears continue to run over her cheeks, off her chin. The feeling inside makes her nails dig into her chest, biting into the thin skin there, creating blood little crescent moons - she can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t breathe–

        Something touches her. The girl jerks, spotting the dark figure above her. It’s purely instinctual, she sinks her teeth into the hand reaching out towards her, biting down as hard as she can to draw blood. It’s a futile effort, she’s not very strong in the first place, and she twists within the blankets, panicked and sweat-soaked, tangling further and struggling to sit upright. 

        Before the girl knows it, she’s yanking backwards, scrambling for purchase on the floor below her, slamming into the wall on the opposite side of the room. She’s panting, wide-eyed, her chest continues to fall and rise rapidly. 

        The figure across the room moves again. 

        …oh. The man from before. 

        She blinks, more tears drip off the length of her eyelashes. Now, as her actions come to mind, she remembers biting something - him, probably? Swallowing, the small girl continues to tremble against the wall, watching his shadow closely. She was uncertain how he would react, violently or carefully. Either way, she doubts she will be able to stay here much longer. 

        One…two…three.

        She rolls over onto her side, and then back, head tilting backwards to look at him more fully. Even upside down, he looks very nice, she thinks. Jynx lips move - no sound is coming out, a whisper of breath as she hums, sings, counts, anything to keep herself busy as she awaits to see what Jun Ren might do next.

        He’s been busy all day, paying little to no attention to her. And even though she may not mind, Jynx always keeps patient and waits for him to call for her, ears nearly perked up. 

        One…two…three.

        He’s moving around the expanse of his lab, quick and effortless. She wonders what he’s planning to do next as he wraps up another project, he wipes his hands along his robes, careless, and she lifts up from her bed, sitting straight, expectant. 

       One. Two. Three. 

       A call of her name. 

my muse’s reaction to | @traumarot

        Clothes are annoying. 

        She thinks this sullenly. They are forced to walk today - so much walking, walking, walking, walking. She wonders why, why it matters, she’s left staring at his back, watching him from several feet away. Maybe he is…angry? 

        Earlier, he’d attempted to force her into some sort of sandals, for what reason she wasn’t sure. But they hadn’t been comfortable, and she’d tried her hardest to get them off just a few minutes later. He didn’t seem happy about that. But, still, she remains stubborn, staring at the ground beneath her - watching the dirt stick to the bottom of her feet and toes.

       The ground is warm, maybe it would be nice to sleep on–

        “Jynx.” 

        His voice is soft, but her head snaps up immediately at the name. It’s something new - something exciting, it makes her stomach warm. When her attention is on him, he stretches out a hand slightly in her direction, dark eyes upon her - waiting. 

        “I’m…sorry–” She’s cut off when his mouth suddenly opens again - she blinks. There’s this thick ooze that leaves his mouth, dripping down his front and smearing onto his skin. It’s an instinctive reaction to flinch backwards, eyes growing wider on her face, filling with concern.