[this is bad - she knows it's bad and that it's about to go to worse as jinx stares not at but through her - jinx's no hitting her with a sickening chill - all wide eyes and ragged breath - and ...ice.
vi takes a second to process that - the sheen of white on hair, the spike of it from the ground beneath - frozen daggers of that no (user name not found) splitting the air between them just before her sister bolts.
of course, vi runs after her.]
Jinx!!
Powder!!
[fang stays behind, guarding the bag and all its contents - after all, once the bag is lost it doesn't respawn - and any one of these people could just take it - especially if they have seen the weapons that came out of it. she will grow to direwolf size and circle around behind the fresh spike of ice and stay right here, please and fucking thank you.
vi doesn't look down as she's running (she's not losing her sister to this fucking ocean not again not now you said you'd try to stay) and she skids where jinx had stumbled - icy steps both speeding her up and slowing her down. she can't (and doesn't) know what was in her sister's head just then - whose voice - if any but her own had launched her toward the water - if she's just looking for him or if she plans to join him and just revert, lost to mariana's capricious whims (and maybe her own failure?) again.]
No! Don't---
[she remembers to remove her backpack as she runs toward the water, throwing it down onto the sand, the weight of the gauntlets anchoring it where it falls, and she runs until she's waist deep - freezing floes of ice slapping her as she pushes forward - and realizes two things as she comes closer. one: her sister is a coldblood. two: she's in this moment - frantically searching for silco. but not, at least not yet ...not trying to join him.
she'd done the same for jinx. she knows this shitty dance. it's awful and it's heartbreaking and it's cold. a chill runs through her again - a shiver of disgust at the part of her that's relieved he's gone. screams at it.]
Fuck!!
[she's looking too, as she wades closer - peering into the water and not seeing what she truly does not want to see, but it's more complicated than that, now.
why does she have to bear this news?]
He's ....he's gone back.
[there's defeat in her voice, but not without a trace of panic.]
no subject
vi takes a second to process that - the sheen of white on hair, the spike of it from the ground beneath - frozen daggers of that no (user name not found) splitting the air between them just before her sister bolts.
of course, vi runs after her.]
Jinx!!
Powder!!
[fang stays behind, guarding the bag and all its contents - after all, once the bag is lost it doesn't respawn - and any one of these people could just take it - especially if they have seen the weapons that came out of it. she will grow to direwolf size and circle around behind the fresh spike of ice and stay right here, please and fucking thank you.
vi doesn't look down as she's running (she's not losing her sister to this fucking ocean not again not now you said you'd try to stay) and she skids where jinx had stumbled - icy steps both speeding her up and slowing her down. she can't (and doesn't) know what was in her sister's head just then - whose voice - if any but her own had launched her toward the water - if she's just looking for him or if she plans to join him and just revert, lost to mariana's capricious whims (and maybe her own failure?) again.]
No! Don't---
[she remembers to remove her backpack as she runs toward the water, throwing it down onto the sand, the weight of the gauntlets anchoring it where it falls, and she runs until she's waist deep - freezing floes of ice slapping her as she pushes forward - and realizes two things as she comes closer. one: her sister is a coldblood. two: she's in this moment - frantically searching for silco. but not, at least not yet ...not trying to join him.
she'd done the same for jinx. she knows this shitty dance. it's awful and it's heartbreaking and it's cold. a chill runs through her again - a shiver of disgust at the part of her that's relieved he's gone. screams at it.]
Fuck!!
[she's looking too, as she wades closer - peering into the water and not seeing what she truly does not want to see, but it's more complicated than that, now.
why does she have to bear this news?]
He's ....he's gone back.
[there's defeat in her voice, but not without a trace of panic.]