Putting up these beautiful ChroBoom prints has me weeping over Jinx and Silco all over again.😭😭😭
I will never be tired of their relationship and journey together. How it tragically began and how it tragically ended. How they were *everything* to each other.
How they went and evolved from Powder and Silco to Jinx and Silco. How they went from father and daughter to lovers and yet; how they stayed the same.
Because they were *everything* to each other. They couldn't and didn't want to separate the roles they fulfilled for the other. Because they needed too much.
Jinx and Silco *needed*.
That was what defined them. The Jinx and the Dirty Little Thing. The small and unloved. The murderers and the murdered. The victims and the monsters they became.
But they loved. So fiercely, so completely and they were defined at their cores by that devouring love.
They gave each other *everything* and only they could even attempt to fill the gaping holes that existed in the center of their souls.
A duo that came together in a perfect storm of love, codependency and survival. They mirrored each other and became each other.
Jinx and Silco loved each other so much.
I will never be tired of writing them. I'm writing another fic about that journey now and they've torn my soul open yet again. 😭😭😭💣🦈💣🦈
They are truly are what could have been.
A beautiful and poisonous tragedy.
