Spaceships, Telepathy and Jinx
“Perhaps I should just overload the engines and blow us all up… life would be easier as space debris” Jinx sighed, draping herself over the edge of the bed, her arms spreading to mimic the explosion she wished to create.
Lux looked up from her book with a teasing smile, “That would solve our problems, however I wouldn’t get to kiss you anymore. So I'd rather take the problems.”
Jinx’s head shot up from over the side of the bed, Lux watched Jinx’s thoughts shift, the scribbled images that seemed to paint the walls of whatever room Jinx was in. The violent scribbles representing the detonation of their ship morphed into the two of them embraced in an intense and passionate kiss. Lux raised an eyebrow, feeling the red rushing to her cheeks as a devilish smile crawled over Jinx’s face.
Jinx’s mind was beautiful. The silent chaos that Lux loved to watch. For the longest time Lux only knew the thoughts of others to be a painful experience, the noisy, piercing thoughts that consistently dug at Lux’s brain, trying to get in, trying to be known. As was the life of a telepath, but Jinx had changed that, her thoughts weren’t invasive, they were beautiful projections of an amazing mind and Lux could watch them for hours.
Lux closed her eyes, leaning forward to accept Jinx’s desires but after a moment of nothing her eyes flickered open to find Jinx laying face down on the bed, her thoughts back to blowing the ship up.
“What if the two of us leave the ship and then blow it up?” Jinx’s muffled words filtering through the thick puffs of their duvet.
“I’m not sure that Silco would like that.”
“He wouldn’t be around to complain,” Jinx said, rolling over onto her back, tilting her head up to look at Lux. Her genetically modified pink eyes wide with wonder… explosive and violent wonder but wonder nonetheless.
“Okay let me rephrase, I’m not sure you would be emotionally okay with killing your father and blowing his ship into a thousand heavily irradiated pieces.”