[ she's been in pain before, but she's never been in pain quite like this. suppose it's a lesson that as reckless as she can be, has been - there are thresholds she hasn't passed, yet.
maybe one day.
Jinx comes back to herself cradling her arm to her chest, slumped over and panting raggedly like an animal, hissing through her teeth. she doesn't even realize that noise is coming from her for a moment, ears ringing and feeling the adrenaline and blood pumping through her veins--
but then Silco speaks her name and jolts her back to reality, back into the moment - where she shakily looks up from staring at the hot spill of blood, instead finding Silco's face. but he's...
--ah.
she juts her arm out, barely manages to catch him with her shoulder and a wrenching, choked noise of pain; she can't keep them upright and falls to her knees with Silco's weight slumped into her. he's unconscious-- but he's breathing, isn't he? ]
--Silco? [ his name comes, trembling, as she tries to turn him over and look at his face. the room is spinning, and she doesn't even realize the vines are beginning to retreat, give way to allow access to two small vials laid among the lichen and mossy earth beneath their feet.
is it the poison? is it shock?
maybe it is the buzzing panic in her ears, the sound of familiar voices beginning to reach a peak as they whisper she's losing him, that she's made the wrong choice, that she messed it up again. --always messes it up. can't get it right. always going to end up alone.
Jinx clumsily shakes his shoulder, desperation mounting. ]
Silco. --Silco! No no... no, you...
[ ...can't do this. he can't leave her.
it wasn't supposed to be like this.
their reward - freedom, and antidote - lies within their reach. somehow it's fitting that neither of them seems capable of attaining it. ]
let's give ourselves a round of applause!! (slaps 2 severed hands 2gether)
maybe one day.
Jinx comes back to herself cradling her arm to her chest, slumped over and panting raggedly like an animal, hissing through her teeth. she doesn't even realize that noise is coming from her for a moment, ears ringing and feeling the adrenaline and blood pumping through her veins--
but then Silco speaks her name and jolts her back to reality, back into the moment - where she shakily looks up from staring at the hot spill of blood, instead finding Silco's face. but he's...
--ah.
she juts her arm out, barely manages to catch him with her shoulder and a wrenching, choked noise of pain; she can't keep them upright and falls to her knees with Silco's weight slumped into her. he's unconscious-- but he's breathing, isn't he? ]
--Silco? [ his name comes, trembling, as she tries to turn him over and look at his face. the room is spinning, and she doesn't even realize the vines are beginning to retreat, give way to allow access to two small vials laid among the lichen and mossy earth beneath their feet.
is it the poison? is it shock?
maybe it is the buzzing panic in her ears, the sound of familiar voices beginning to reach a peak as they whisper she's losing him, that she's made the wrong choice, that she messed it up again. --always messes it up. can't get it right. always going to end up alone.
Jinx clumsily shakes his shoulder, desperation mounting. ]
Silco. --Silco! No no... no, you...
[ ...can't do this. he can't leave her.
it wasn't supposed to be like this.
their reward - freedom, and antidote - lies within their reach. somehow it's fitting that neither of them seems capable of attaining it. ]