[ Sharon isn't used to being watched, and with anyone else, the attention might have made her uncomfortable. With Jinx, though, it's different. It's thrilling. The awareness of her gaze lingers at the edge of her thoughts as she steps beneath the shower once the water has turned pleasantly hot. She turns slowly beneath the spray, unconcerned with what she sees, letting the warmth wash over her. Tilting her head back, she closes her eyes as the heat eases the tension from sore muscles, and through their connection, that sense of relief drifts naturally to her. ]
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
[ as sharon scrubs and rinses, jinx maintains her silence—not daring to disturb the tranquility that flows through their connection. her girlfriend deserves this, to have her tension wash away from her skin and slip past her feet into the drain.
little moments are difficult to come by in a city like this, where horrors lurk beneath beds or right outside their window—never truly knowing when your day will be your last. but, as wicked as she is, sleep bestows the gift of immortality on everyone, so at the very least, they can always start anew with scars attached. the blonde can feel Jinx sagging more comfortably in her "chair," settling in as she stretches over for a pack of stale smokes.
she seldom partakes, but observing this work of beauty calls for one, and she peels a stick out of the bunch with her teeth. a lighter comes next; it clicks and as a flame waltzes dimly to announce itself. she holds it to the stick's edge and inhales a slow and quiet drag, smoke puffing through her lips. ]
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
[ Jinx is the only person Sharon has ever felt inclined to perform for—and even calling it a performance feels like too much. It's more of a tease than anything else. Nothing overtly sexual. No attempts to pleasure herself. Just the rush of water over her skin and the quiet awareness of Jinx lingering at the edge of the shower in her mind. She can almost smell tobacco-laced smoke, and a grin tugs at her lips. ]
Didn't realize you were a smoker.
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
[ a lazy yet nonchalant sensation clogs their tether, her way of dismissing the remark as if it's nothing to worry about. ]
'M not. [ she says, which completely contradicts her actions—in fact, jinx pauses just so she can take another slow drag before she speaks again, flicking the ash somewhere in the abyss of their tether space. ]
Sometimes things just call for a dart. Besides, I take art very seriously. They need to be admired and appreciated.
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a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
little moments are difficult to come by in a city like this, where horrors lurk beneath beds or right outside their window—never truly knowing when your day will be your last. but, as wicked as she is, sleep bestows the gift of immortality on everyone, so at the very least, they can always start anew with scars attached. the blonde can feel Jinx sagging more comfortably in her "chair," settling in as she stretches over for a pack of stale smokes.
she seldom partakes, but observing this work of beauty calls for one, and she peels a stick out of the bunch with her teeth. a lighter comes next; it clicks and as a flame waltzes dimly to announce itself. she holds it to the stick's edge and inhales a slow and quiet drag, smoke puffing through her lips. ]
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
Didn't realize you were a smoker.
a written letter / but also not really now???? cw: nsfw
'M not. [ she says, which completely contradicts her actions—in fact, jinx pauses just so she can take another slow drag before she speaks again, flicking the ash somewhere in the abyss of their tether space. ]
Sometimes things just call for a dart. Besides, I take art very seriously. They need to be admired and appreciated.