( the moment her sister's hand rests along her cheek, she breaks apart. it's that damn touch of hers that will always be her demise. jinx's head lifts and she finds herself immediately leaning into her hand. it's rough against her skin (naturally when vi does so much with punching and boxing), but not that it matters to her. because the hand belongs to her sister's and that's the most important thing to her.
'you're faltering.'
silco's stern voice rings on the other side of her, and yet she sighs quietly to nuzzle into her touch more. 'i know', she answers back in her mind. 'but i want my sister.' jinx shuts her eyes as she bathes into this moment, the sensation tossing her back when they were younger. and how vi would always caressed her cheek so lovely and warmly... just like this. her sibling's voice is trembling, but that's okay. because the words are still coated with honey and all she wants is for the two of them to stay like this forever. for her ticking bombs to stall its counting and just... wait a while. )
Mm...
( it's... not much of a response, but jinx is a little too in tune by this nostalgic feeling. she's slipping... sinking... and forgetting that vi wants powder and not jinx. but... what harm will it do to pretend just for a little while? to pretend that these words, this touch is for her and not for... that girl. after all, she deserves this little pleasurable moment, right? )
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'you're faltering.'
silco's stern voice rings on the other side of her, and yet she sighs quietly to nuzzle into her touch more. 'i know', she answers back in her mind. 'but i want my sister.' jinx shuts her eyes as she bathes into this moment, the sensation tossing her back when they were younger. and how vi would always caressed her cheek so lovely and warmly... just like this. her sibling's voice is trembling, but that's okay. because the words are still coated with honey and all she wants is for the two of them to stay like this forever. for her ticking bombs to stall its counting and just... wait a while. )
Mm...
( it's... not much of a response, but jinx is a little too in tune by this nostalgic feeling. she's slipping... sinking... and forgetting that vi wants powder and not jinx. but... what harm will it do to pretend just for a little while? to pretend that these words, this touch is for her and not for... that girl. after all, she deserves this little pleasurable moment, right? )