[ Jinx makes it sound like Sharon would be taking face shots—as if. Sharon is about to say that when Jinx shifts, lifting her head to study the door. Sharon leans a little, trying to see around her, half expecting a knock. Instead, Jinx just... waves. At nothing.
It's not frightening, and it's not something Sharon pities her for. It just hits a sore spot. When Sharon used to see things, at least she knew they usually weren't real. Can't ever confuse a monster for a real person. Jinx doesn't get that certainty. ]
Afraid not, Jinx. [ Her voice stays gentle, free of judgment. She knows Jinx deals with sights and sounds no one else gets. She understands it better than she'd like. ] Pretty sure that's someone only you can see. Door didn't even open. What'd they look like?
[ the word loses momentum as she gives her door another inspection to see if the stranger was going to materialize again. he doesn't, the door stays shut tight—no sounds of the hinges whining or the knob rattling to give them a heads up.
jinx curls more into her friend, her toes gripping on a blanket before hoisting her foot like an extra hand for her real one to take over. she covers herself underneath it, scooting some of it to sharon in case she wants to get tucked in too. ]
He was big. [ she starts, looking off towards her friend's paintings. ] Almost couldn't fit through the door. Bushy eyebrows, a huge schnoz, a grey beard...an old timer, but not that old. Guess he was a dead guy.
[ Sharon cuddles under the blanket, pulling it up a little higher as she adjusts an arm around Jinx, her fingers drifting lazily through the hair at the nape of her neck. With the way Jinx describes him, it's easy enough to picture the guy, though Sharon can't help but imagine him dressed like some storybook wizard. Merlin, but bigger. ]
Maybe he just wanted to check in on us, make sure there wasn't any funny business going on. [ There's a smile in her voice. Then, her voice growing flat— ] Or he could've been some weird pervert. Old men love watching girls make out.
[ now that makes her bark out a laugh, and it almost leads into a silly giggle fit. but it's a good thing that her gut didn't burst over it. her smile is huge, teeth showing along with her gap. ]
Hahaha...! —Well, I love showing off. [ the grin then twists cheeky as she shuts her eyes, nose slightly up in the air like she is some big shot. ] Especially when it comes to what's mine.
[ Sharon chuckles under her breath, a low rumble in her chest. ] Right, right, I should've guessed. [ Jinx has absolutely no shame, though Sharon can't bring herself to see that as anything but a virtue. She wishes she had a little less shame of her own, but old habits die hard; she's spent too long wearing whatever mask kept eyes off her. Shamelessness draws attention, and attention has teeth. ]
Do you have bff necklaces back home? [ The question slips out with only the slightest hitch, hesitant. Maybe now that it's official, she can indulge in stupid, girly bullshit without overthinking it. ] Everyone will know we're besties if we find a pair.
"BeeFF" necklaces? [ she echoes the words, the aberration oozing with uncertainty on whether she got the pronunciation right. ] I, uh. Maybe?
[ it sounds like something the teenager girls in piltover would do. to buy some expensive charm to brag not only about their friendship but also about how loaded their parents are. ]
I've only had two close friends, but... they didn't stick around long. We didn't really wear anything; it wasn't safe to. Any kind of jewelry could get you robbed blind in the streets if you're sloppy.
It means best friends forever. [ Saying it out loud makes her feel almost juvenile, like she's stepped back into her early teens, faintly embarrassed. ]
And we don't exactly have to worry about getting robbed blind around here. Not that anyone anywhere would bother stealing these things. They're cheap, usually just some flimsy bit of metal that looks cute for a week before it tarnishes. [ She shrugs. ] I've seen girls braid friendship bracelets, too, but I've never figured out how to do it.
Oh. [ she says after getting some clarity and she nods slowly—her cheek brushing against her friend's chest. ] Are you sure you want me to be your forever?
[ ... that came out way more intimate than she hoped, and a small hint of red bleaches across her freckles over the misinterpretation. but jinx is hoping sharon will know what she actually meant by that. ]
Do you think I'd just bring shit up without being sure? [ Her voice stays steady, even as a gentler note threads through it. ] I like you, Jinx. And I don't see that changing any time soon.
[ She can't see the future, can't predict what Sleep might twist or what the world might strip from them next, but none of that changes the truth sitting warm and solid in her chest. Jinx has made herself at home in her heart, and that space can't be occupied by anyone else—not anymore. ]
[ if sharon's goal is to see how beet red she can get her under thirty minutes, she well succeeded in that because it's telling all over her face, her ears, and the tip of her shoulders. still, she smiles even with her heart quickening—the good kind of fluttering that makes her want to sprint out of bed in excitement. ] I like you too, Sharon.
[ and she lifts her hand to extend out her azure colored pinky, grinning. ]
Pinky promise to forever no matter what?
[ who knows what the future will bring for them, whether they will be until they grow old and grey, both returning to their rightful realms, or... the scariest outcome... they break up. but whatever happens, jinx hopes they continue to stay friends in some shape or form. ]
[ Sharon has never managed to fluster anyone the way she does Jinx, and it warms her more than she likes to admit. And hearing Jinx say it out loud, I like you too, hits different. It's always been obvious, sure, practically baked into their tether, but having the words spoken aloud? She likes that. She likes the certainty.
She hooks her pinky around Jinx's and gives it a soft squeeze, as if closing a pact between them. ] Forever is a long time, you know that? I'm pretty sure you'll be sick of me way before then.
[ Still, there's no real danger in a pinky promise. Not between them. ]
Pffft, fat chance. Do you know how many times I've hurled in the pot since I've been here?
[ she releases her friend's pinky and then shifts slyly so her leg can clip around one of hers underneath the blanket. if sharon needs to go anywhere, jinx is not going to let her go anytime soon with the way she has her locked in. ]
If I can handle... bleh, spaghettiOs, then I can stomach you.
[ Jinx pins her leg in place, and Sharon can't help the small smile that curls up, something warm and private, but it falters the instant Jinx slanders the tomato-soaked pasta in a can. ]
Hey, I love spaghettios! Sure, they're not great straight from the can, but warm them up, throw in a little salt and pepper, maybe some powdered parm, and they're delicious. [ Her mock outrage is unmistakable, followed by a muttered: ] Next you'll tell me you hate boxed mac and cheese.
Aaaah... [ she nods slowly, soaking in the information but then says:] —So that's why your breath smells like a dead frog's ass after it's been roasted under the sun for a week.
[ the bluenette rolls off her friend's chest and settles herself against the cozy pillow, mischief curling in her smile. ]
That kiss had a real hop to it, really got my brain swimming in the swamp.
[ Sharon stares hard at Jinx with a narrowed gaze before she shoves her. ] Keep talking like that, and that'll be the last kiss you get from me. [ Amusement slips into her tone, eradicating any potential threat in her words. ] You have to accept me when I've got dead frog's ass, garlic, or fresh mint breath, bitch.
[ when shoved, jinx reels back to her but opens her mouth wide to playfully bite on sharon's shoulder. there's absolutely no pain when her teeth meet the fabric of her sleepwear, and she remains herself there until she does something about it.
childish? yes. stupid? yes. but she'll do it if it'll get a laugh out of her. all the while, her leg stays lock with hers lovingly despite how she's behaving right now. ]
[ Jinx leans in and sinks her teeth softly into Sharon's shoulder, playful as anything. The surprise flickers across Sharon's face before she laughs under her breath. With her free hand, she reaches over and gently pinches Jinx's nose shut.
[ what a bold move! she gags and lets go of her friend's shoulder and quickly ducks her entire body underneath the blanket. she is obviously fine; there's no real damage to what just transpire, but that doesn't mean she won't be dramatic about it. ]
[ Jinx's reaction pulls a bright laugh out of her. ] Oh, come on, BiteyMcGee. If you're gonna bite me, expect retaliation. [ She says as she pats the Jinx-shaped lump tucked beneath the blankets. ]
[ do you hear that sharon? the silence? because she is staying as still and quiet as the dead underneath those blankets. is she angry? did she magically fell asleep? ]
[ Sharon keeps patting, harder and harder, until it borders on shaking her outright. When that still earns no response, she ducks beneath the blanket, wriggling in awkwardly to angle herself closer, her leg still hopelessly tangled with Jinx's.
It's stuffy under there, uncomfortably warm, smelling unmistakably of Jinx. ]
I took your breath away, huh? [ Deadpan and smug all at once. Apparently, she's got terrible jokes too. ]
[ her voice high-pitched and raspy on purpose to mimic a crusty old mage. jinx wiggles her fingers towards sharon's direction; tiny flakes of snow drizzle between them to make the heat underneath the covers not as unbearable. ]
[ Sharon lets out a quiet snort at the sound of the voice, rolling her eyes where no one can see. She feels the temperature change as the snowflakes dissolve in the warmth. It's pleasant, even if it's still stuffy. ]
'tis I, a knight, come to suffocate alongside a cranky hermit.
[ she exclaims, keeping her fingers moving so the temperature won't rise. ]
I am not a cranky hermit, but a wounded one. I fought many battles, my dear, and I've come here to rest.
Alas, the nights have been long and cold and I surely will die in this cave, but I've done all my duties in life, so the reaper I'll welcome with open arms.
Why, I could take care of those wounds, make your nights warmer, and provide you a new duty if you would welcome me with open arms. [ Her voice takes on a curling, flirtatious note as she reaches for Jinx's wiggling fingers to lace their hands together. ]
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It's not frightening, and it's not something Sharon pities her for. It just hits a sore spot. When Sharon used to see things, at least she knew they usually weren't real. Can't ever confuse a monster for a real person. Jinx doesn't get that certainty. ]
Afraid not, Jinx. [ Her voice stays gentle, free of judgment. She knows Jinx deals with sights and sounds no one else gets. She understands it better than she'd like. ] Pretty sure that's someone only you can see. Door didn't even open. What'd they look like?
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[ the word loses momentum as she gives her door another inspection to see if the stranger was going to materialize again. he doesn't, the door stays shut tight—no sounds of the hinges whining or the knob rattling to give them a heads up.
jinx curls more into her friend, her toes gripping on a blanket before hoisting her foot like an extra hand for her real one to take over. she covers herself underneath it, scooting some of it to sharon in case she wants to get tucked in too. ]
He was big. [ she starts, looking off towards her friend's paintings. ] Almost couldn't fit through the door. Bushy eyebrows, a huge schnoz, a grey beard...an old timer, but not that old. Guess he was a dead guy.
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Maybe he just wanted to check in on us, make sure there wasn't any funny business going on. [ There's a smile in her voice. Then, her voice growing flat— ] Or he could've been some weird pervert. Old men love watching girls make out.
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Hahaha...! —Well, I love showing off. [ the grin then twists cheeky as she shuts her eyes, nose slightly up in the air like she is some big shot. ] Especially when it comes to what's mine.
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Do you have bff necklaces back home? [ The question slips out with only the slightest hitch, hesitant. Maybe now that it's official, she can indulge in stupid, girly bullshit without overthinking it. ] Everyone will know we're besties if we find a pair.
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[ it sounds like something the teenager girls in piltover would do. to buy some expensive charm to brag not only about their friendship but also about how loaded their parents are. ]
I've only had two close friends, but... they didn't stick around long. We didn't really wear anything; it wasn't safe to. Any kind of jewelry could get you robbed blind in the streets if you're sloppy.
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And we don't exactly have to worry about getting robbed blind around here. Not that anyone anywhere would bother stealing these things. They're cheap, usually just some flimsy bit of metal that looks cute for a week before it tarnishes. [ She shrugs. ] I've seen girls braid friendship bracelets, too, but I've never figured out how to do it.
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[ ... that came out way more intimate than she hoped, and a small hint of red bleaches across her freckles over the misinterpretation. but jinx is hoping sharon will know what she actually meant by that. ]
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[ She can't see the future, can't predict what Sleep might twist or what the world might strip from them next, but none of that changes the truth sitting warm and solid in her chest. Jinx has made herself at home in her heart, and that space can't be occupied by anyone else—not anymore. ]
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[ and she lifts her hand to extend out her azure colored pinky, grinning. ]
Pinky promise to forever no matter what?
[ who knows what the future will bring for them, whether they will be until they grow old and grey, both returning to their rightful realms, or... the scariest outcome... they break up. but whatever happens, jinx hopes they continue to stay friends in some shape or form. ]
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She hooks her pinky around Jinx's and gives it a soft squeeze, as if closing a pact between them. ] Forever is a long time, you know that? I'm pretty sure you'll be sick of me way before then.
[ Still, there's no real danger in a pinky promise. Not between them. ]
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[ she releases her friend's pinky and then shifts slyly so her leg can clip around one of hers underneath the blanket. if sharon needs to go anywhere, jinx is not going to let her go anytime soon with the way she has her locked in. ]
If I can handle... bleh, spaghettiOs, then I can stomach you.
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Hey, I love spaghettios! Sure, they're not great straight from the can, but warm them up, throw in a little salt and pepper, maybe some powdered parm, and they're delicious. [ Her mock outrage is unmistakable, followed by a muttered: ] Next you'll tell me you hate boxed mac and cheese.
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[ the bluenette rolls off her friend's chest and settles herself against the cozy pillow, mischief curling in her smile. ]
That kiss had a real hop to it, really got my brain swimming in the swamp.
[ terrible puns. ]
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childish? yes. stupid? yes. but she'll do it if it'll get a laugh out of her. all the while, her leg stays lock with hers lovingly despite how she's behaving right now. ]
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Naughty, naughty, Jinx! ]
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It's stuffy under there, uncomfortably warm, smelling unmistakably of Jinx. ]
I took your breath away, huh? [ Deadpan and smug all at once. Apparently, she's got terrible jokes too. ]
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[ her voice high-pitched and raspy on purpose to mimic a crusty old mage. jinx wiggles her fingers towards sharon's direction; tiny flakes of snow drizzle between them to make the heat underneath the covers not as unbearable. ]
Speak and have a sharp tongue about it.
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'tis I, a knight, come to suffocate alongside a cranky hermit.
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[ she exclaims, keeping her fingers moving so the temperature won't rise. ]
I am not a cranky hermit, but a wounded one. I fought many battles, my dear, and I've come here to rest.
Alas, the nights have been long and cold and I surely will die in this cave, but I've done all my duties in life, so the reaper I'll welcome with open arms.
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