Continued from here with @saviourofzaun
As he met her eyes Jinx half sat on his desk letting a leg dangle off looking down to him. Nothing except curiosity, and of course that never ending affection that always rested behind whatever else she might be feeling when with him. Taking a breath her eyes watched the smoke from his cigarette for a second privately enjoying the smell simply because of it’s association with Silco in her head. It was part of the scent of his office, and him. How could she possibly be put off by it? Her attention quickly returned to him as he started to speak.
“That seems strange to me, but than people can be weird. Compliment should be a compliment. Guess it depends on the person though. I’ve heard Sevika get called handsome by some women and she seemed to enjoy it, but than I’m pretty sure some of those women like the ones that are all done up in dresses and heels and makeup and stuff would get upset to be called handsome.” Silco’s explanation made sense more or less, but it still seemed odd to her not that that was anything new. People were difficult, and complicated. Still interesting in a way though at least from a distance. Most people when you got close to them turned out to be boring at best, and irritating at worst.
“I was just wondering.” That smile on his face made her smile in return, and suddenly realizing what he said Jinx immediately made a decision. Without any hesitation she moved from his desk onto his chair leaning in close to him resting her head against his. “Well I think you are beautiful, and pretty. All of you.” Reaching up she trailed a fingertip along his cheek. His scars had never put her off, and if anything they were a sign of what he had endured and emerged from stronger than ever. Perhaps most of her scars were on the inside, and many of his on the outside but they were both broken and monstrous creatures. That’s why they belonged together, and she would never leave him and he would never leave her. They were all they had. Everyone else always left. She knew that. Softly her voice murmured as she rested against him with nothing in it other than sincerity, and that particular obsessive love she held for him.
“Beautiful Silco.”