Jinx has grown another shadow.
This one, though, is bigger and badder than the last. One that's threatened to swallow her whole more than once already; the enforcer that had taken so much from her time and time again. Her sister, her father, her fucking finger. Caitlyn fucking Kiramman.
Much as Jinx longs to turn around, to tear her teeth right through Kiramman's throat and see how much she likes it, she doesn't. Be it Isha's influence, or Vander's, or Vi's, or just this stupid hokey place and the importance of keeping it safe from the topside, much as she hates it... she doesn't.
So in the end, it's her second shadow that moves first. Isha is smart - too smart for her own good, sometimes. The moment she puts all the pieces together, it's she who whirls around and closes the distance between them and their stalker. She doesn't say a word, but when her brows furrow and nostrils flare, the anger they carve deep into her face feels unnervingly familiar.
Not that Jinx can fault her for it.
"Down, kid." Quick steps following after, a single hand outstretched easily sweeps Isha behind her. Jinx can rarely bring herself to make Isha leave, not if she doesn't want to, but she hasn't forgotten Kiramman leveling a gun the girl's way either.
I won't miss.
Neither will Jinx. Not again. Though her expression stays light, her eyes shimmer hard as stones when she finally addresses her shadow head-on. "What's with you, Princess? Got tired of laying with pigs in your fancy new ivory tower already, needed to pick up a hobby of stalking kids instead?" // @ninetaels + plotted starter!
