Hey, I was wondering if you could give us another little glimpse of the Jilco timetravel fic you are writting? I have been rereading the little exerp you posted at least a few times a day, it has me totally hooked! Young Silco x Jinx is such a specific pairing and I am so happy you are writting for them!
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Between serving customers, Silco hurries back to Jinx. She’s the most beautiful mystery he could imagine and it’s impossible to stay away from her.
Feli shakes her head at him, Connol makes jokes at his expense, and Vander tries to keep him as busy as possible. They all seem to have developed an odd protectiveness of Jinx, but he can’t judge the sudden attachment. He can’t resist her either, just in a very different way.
If she was rebuffing him he could back off, but she isn’t. She might think she’s subtle, posing in ways that show off her figure, but it couldn’t be more obvious.
He’d like to get her posing naked in his bed by the end of the night.
And she stays. Vander gets her a second plate of food after another couple of hours, but Jinx outlasts even Connol and Feli, eventually pulling out a beat up sketch book and colorful bits of chalk to draw with.
It's Vander who thinks to ask after last call, because Vander isn't trying to sleep with her.
“You got a place to stay, little bit?”
Jinx shakes her head, pointedly staring at the bartop.
“There’s extra rooms here,” Vander says. “You can sleep in Silco’s room. He’s got his own place.”
Or he could sleep in his room with her.
“How does that sound?” Silco asks.
If she invites him to stay, he’ll thank the wind goddess he’s never believed in.
“Yeah, that’ll work,” Jinx mumbles.
Silco speeds through the rest of his chores, like a child hoping for an invitation to play. It's embarrassing, but at least Vander is the only one around to witness it. His friend has seen him burn out in front of women and men alike over the years, but more often than not, Silco gets what he wants in the end.
Jinx sees him, he's sure of it, and just as she wasn't subtle with her back arching and leg crossing, he knows that he's not being subtle either. But they're both adults, he thinks. There's no harm in being upfront with what you want.
Which is why it feels like a bucket of ice water when she stands up from the bar, placing a surprising stack of coins on its surface before heading straight towards the sleeping quarters, avoiding his eyes.
Vander laughs. “My condolences, mate.”
Silco flips him the bird. “I’ll survive.”
Probably. He feels a little like he might die if he doesn’t fuck her soon.
“You saw her,” Silco says. “She’s interested.”
“She’s also homeless and new to the undercity. Give her a chance to find her footing before you try to get her on her back, eh?”
Silco gestures vaguely. Vander can take it as agreement or not.
“She’s vulnerable,” Vander says, and now there’s that older brother disappointment creeping in. “You’re better than that.”
No, Silco thinks. I’m not.
“Put the kettle on,” Silco says, his eyes trailing after the path that Jinx took. “A girl should have a nice cuppa before she goes to bed.”
“Sil…” Vander warns, his voice deepening a notch.
Silco sighs. “I'm not going to try anything. I just want to see that she settled in okay.”
When Vander hands him a mug of chamomile and mint tea a few minutes later, the look on his face does not seem to suggest that he believes him. Silco isn't sure that he believes himself, but the idea of seeing Jinx in his old bed, in his old room, is too tempting to pass up.
He knocks, and she answers quickly, peeking around the door. “Yeah?”
Silco holds up the mug. “Tea for you—herbal, so it won’t keep you up.”
Jinx ducks her head, then looks up at him through her lashes. “That’s nice.”
She steps back, opening the door for him… and he finds that she’s wearing a sheet, the fabric wrapped tight around her.
