[ there is stillness there, as if she is standing behind a cracked-open door—wide enough for her to hear them, but secure enough to shield away her true emotions... except this isn't over via murmur, but through tight-knitted tethers where every sentiment is displayed on a window.
jinx has yet to figure out how to bury it all in the gutters, and they can feel her longing for them foaming in various places along their linked thread, but it is overshadowed by her heinous demeanor, her smile so tight that it could cut flesh on its own. the bluenette breathes out a ghoulish laugh; it's loud, obnoxious and vibrates through their connection. ]
Haha, oh, oh wait. You still think we're all paly-walies. How cute... and pathetic. — Boss man has nothing to do with this; this is all me. And I'm not running from anything.
I was just getting bored of pretending to listen to you loser slobs yammering in my ear and playing the part that I give a crap about either of you.
[ Whatever hurt Sharon feels curdles the moment she realizes she's being lied to. Worse, it comes with a shitty attempt to hurt her. Her jaw tightens until her teeth grind together, frustration flaring hot and sharp. Part of her wants to shove the connection down, bury it until she can deal with this without the pressure of the dream closing in on her.
The only thing that steadies her is Arthur's presence, already untangling the situation, searching for its core with a clear, methodical calm. He is stubborn too, but in a way entirely different from hers. ]
You really think we can't tell you're lying? [ The words come out tight, wrapped in something like coiled barbed wire. ] We're friends, Jinx. Tethered. That doesn't change just because some asshole shows up, don't care who it is.
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Date: 2025-12-19 05:06 pm (UTC)jinx has yet to figure out how to bury it all in the gutters, and they can feel her longing for them foaming in various places along their linked thread, but it is overshadowed by her heinous demeanor, her smile so tight that it could cut flesh on its own. the bluenette breathes out a ghoulish laugh; it's loud, obnoxious and vibrates through their connection. ]
Haha, oh, oh wait. You still think we're all paly-walies. How cute... and pathetic. — Boss man has nothing to do with this; this is all me. And I'm not running from anything.
I was just getting bored of pretending to listen to you loser slobs yammering in my ear and playing the part that I give a crap about either of you.
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Date: 2025-12-20 03:55 am (UTC)The only thing that steadies her is Arthur's presence, already untangling the situation, searching for its core with a clear, methodical calm. He is stubborn too, but in a way entirely different from hers. ]
You really think we can't tell you're lying? [ The words come out tight, wrapped in something like coiled barbed wire. ] We're friends, Jinx. Tethered. That doesn't change just because some asshole shows up, don't care who it is.
Just tell us what's going on.