Simply Alone
Continued from Here with @gauntlets-shot
It’d been a rather bad evening for Jinx, or more precisely a bad couple of days. Without Silco around to help keep her grounded, and more alone than ever it was easy for her mind to start swirling and collapsing in on itself. Sometimes that resulted in her becoming violence be it in Zaun, or going up to Piltover. Sometimes she got manic and stayed up for days working on one project or another. However there were also moments like this. Quiet moments with Silco’s coat wrapped around her shoulders draped over her like...well like a young daughter trying on a parents clothes that were too big for them. Quiet moments except for the broken sobbing, and whimpered apologies and almost frantic snarled arguments with one voice or another.
Pow-Pow on one side and Fishbones on the other Jinx’s knees had been up against her chest as she sat on the bank of the river Silco had taken her to, and sobbed. She hadn’t been expecting anyone to join her, and with that soft voice along with Vi’s footsteps hitting her ears over her sobs and the movement of the water her head had snapped up as she tensed for a moment. “Vi…” The tension slid out of her as she looked up at her sister. Hands holding the coat around her Jinx didn’t move for a moment as she stared at those hands held out. Head tilting a bit her eyes went distant as she remembered times good, and bad. Hugs, and shoves. Being held, and being slapped. Reassurance, and being abandoned. Those hands had been both a source of kindness, and of harshness.
One hand clutched tightly at the coat, at Silco’s coat, but her other hand reached out slowly to rest in Vi’s hands before gripping at it and giving a little tug. Blue eyes looked up meeting Vi’s with tear streaked cheeks, and nothing in her expression at all other than grief and loneliness and a silent plea for Vi not to walk away. In that moment whatever savage hunting hound there was in Jinx natural or trained was just a lonely whimpering thing wanting someone it could trust to stay with it. It took a moment for Vi to speak, but finally a sobbing gasp came from her. “I’m alone, and everyone is gone except they aren’t gone and they keep yelling at me.”
That was the hardest part really. Before long ago even if Vander had been distant, and even if sometimes Vi or her brothers were annoyed at least someone had cared. After that Silco had always cared. Now though… now no one did. Even now she didn’t truly believe Vi cared. If Vi did care she wouldn’t be in Piltover, and with her Bitch. That didn’t stop Jinx from grasping at her sister’s hand though. A part of her still needing wanting that connection. Not that it’d ever be the same.
Not that Vi would ever be able to love her like she used to.
They had both changed too much.
The hand clutching at Silco’s coat fell, and landed on Fishbones. “And I miss him. I hear him sometimes now too, but it’s not the same… I miss him, and it’s my fault no one else cares he's gone. Just scavengers ripping apart everything that’s left over.”
