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Entry tags:
- arcane: jinx,
- cyberpunk 2077: johnny silverhand,
- fate/grand order: senji muramasa,
- fate/stay night: rin tohsaka,
- final fantasy xv: noctis,
- jujutsu kaisen: yuta okkotsu,
- kara no kyoukai: fujino asagami,
- lobotomy corporation: yesod,
- mobile suit gundam seed: dearka elthman,
- rise of the tmnt: donatello,
- the stormlight archive: kaladin
[text] @xXdarkwarriorXx
Who's the worst person you've met here and why? Pref an Outsider but if they've all been cool I'll open it up to whoever
I'm making a list
Bonus: if you guess a number between 1 and 100 and get closest to the one I'm thinking of I've got smth for you
I'm making a list
Bonus: if you guess a number between 1 and 100 and get closest to the one I'm thinking of I've got smth for you
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( Silco wants to hurt him. It's plain in his expression... in the way he looks at Kaladin over his shoulder. Naively—selfishly—he thought they might discover a way to work together and share in something that isn't contentious. To agree on one thing:
Jinx's health is important. She deserves as fair a shake as everyone else, and to feel safe on this base.
He will go, and he will review the night. Scrutinize his actions, the actions of others... All of it. Perhaps he can find ways to improve. )
Before I do, I'd like to extend to both of you an invitation. When the base is rebuilt, I intend to host meetings for people who've sustained... mental injuries. Injuries many consider incurable, or... untreatable. You'd be welcome there.
( He studies them quietly until his eyes soften. They look tired, and he's accomplished the duty he came here to do. )
Jinx... you've given me a lot to consider. And Silco... thank you for believing me.
( With that, Kaladin steps out. )
no subject
Trying to ruin it.
He'd promised her that it would always be the two of them, and it would be. Come any force in the universe, Silco would make sure of it. His arms are around her shoulders, and maybe he holds his daughter too tight, like trying to grip sand, even while it sifts through his fingers. She reassures him, and it's terribly ironic, that he'd weathered Kaladin's presence only for her, and now she reassures him. He's focused on Jinx, always on Jinx. Arm around her shoulders, hand on her back. How many tantrums growing up had he held her through, finding it was the only way to help her weather the storms of emotions. Giving in. Giving her everything she asked for. He still would, if she just asked.
Kaladin takes his leave, and Silco doesn't respond, beyond the barest of eyerolls. Mental Injuries? They didn't have those. They were strong. They had taken the pieces of their trauma and issues, and had put themselves back together, piece by piece by piece.
They had no need for what he's suggesting.
So he only focuses on Jinx. ]
It's okay, Jinx.
[ An echo, maybe. ]
You don't have to worry about the lot of them.
[ Was that what set her off? Them? Their hate? ]
no subject
[ her tone wavers. she can't help but cling as well. everything still feels so tenuous. this world is tenuous. at least in zaun and piltover, she knew the push of things.
and yet. did she really? here she was. savior of zaun. hunted by piltover. vi's hands on her chest, around her neck. a missing finger. silco in the water. what was she? what was she doing? can she do anything? fix anything?
silco can thrive in this. and in a way, jinx could too, but she can't see these people clearly. she doesn't know who they are. what motivates them. what makes them tick and while she could dig in with ease, pluck those strings, she just . . . doesn't want to. she doesn't want to build a jinx in this world.
she just wants . . . this. this with silco. fuck the giant monsters, fuck everything else. just this. ]
How long do we have in a place like this?
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He wants to ask. He doesn't want to know. He wants to predict for it. He doesn't want to set her off. ]
Some people have been here for a year. [ some less. ]
I can't tell you how long, but... we'll have time.
[ In between everything else. The Kaiju. The fights. This nonsense. Everything Silco is doing on the sides to keep things active and moving. It's a lot of noise, when right now?
He doesn't need the reminder of what's most important — he'd aimed to burn everything...worlds over what's most important — but nothing else really matters, does it? (Does it?) ]
We'll make more time.
wrap?
right now, with silco's arms around her, with her arms around him, who is imprisoning whom? ]
We'll make more time.
[ just repeat. repeat. ]