@heronaught asked: “ I don’t get why they have to act like that! ” a reluctant admission, forced through after an abrasive clash with the star warriors she judges too cold / unfeeling / irredeemable, a far cry from the rebelle whose hair falls into two rivers of red that pass through Poppy’s nimble hands and descend as braids onto the desk she sits on. Though playing with hair was incredibly satisfying, the uneasy ceasefire with Ahri’s team was not, and so Poppy straightens up and falls forward onto Jinx’s back, her short arm and chin draped over both sides of the redhead’s nape. If there was something important to say here and now, the moment is lost on the blonde girl, and she will sigh as she drapes both her forearms over her partner’s shoulders, before a curious thought has her smiling instantly: “ Heya, wanna’ invite them over for training? I think some /target practice/ would be great for EVERYONE, dontcha’ think?
a daze passes through jinx’s eyes like a blurred star fall , sleepiness clinging to the ends of her lashes - weighted a quarter over ruby orbs. long nights , long long nights with the new star guardian team in town. seamless bickering , questions that toiled into a space between exasperation and disbelief , and she was not ashamed to admit that it was all white noise to her. she struggles even now to not let the sounds of poppy’s voice muddle into a stream of noise. the tugs of her scarlet hair from her scalp are pleasant ( soothing ) though.
the corner of her lips rise like curling steam , finding peak in the shape of a drowsy smile. she’s amused by the way she hears herself in poppy’s playfulness the slight weight of her widens her beam. she lets her head fall back , alleviating an ache in her neck. her slender arm reaches behind her so that thin fingers can rest somewhere in poppy’s hair. it curves at the joints and makes rows in the wild strands , tensing to anchor her head there so jinx can tip her features towards her. lips brush over her pale skin , denting the smooth flesh in a harmless way as it travels slowly ( lazily ) from the point of her chin to the lower arc of her pointed ears. she drops her voice an octave , a decibel too , and grins into her words , 〝 you get them there popsicle and i’ll give you the first shot 〞









