[ step in line. she knows the rhythm. she has him now. it's all good. she has a few more days of reprieve. until she figures out what to tell him. you're not just gone, you're dead. someone plugged you full of holes, hint hint.
she's not sure she could do it again. her voice would choke up. and she has nowhere to go. this place is alien to her. it's not hers. stripped to the bone. a jinx is still a jinx but what was she outside of zaun?
a jinx that drifts closer, laying a hand upon his jaw, feeling the tension caught in there. he worries. she knows every twitch, every muscle pull. she nearly says I'll fix it.
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[ step in line. she knows the rhythm. she has him now. it's all good. she has a few more days of reprieve. until she figures out what to tell him. you're not just gone, you're dead. someone plugged you full of holes, hint hint.
she's not sure she could do it again. her voice would choke up. and she has nowhere to go. this place is alien to her. it's not hers. stripped to the bone. a jinx is still a jinx but what was she outside of zaun?
a jinx that drifts closer, laying a hand upon his jaw, feeling the tension caught in there. he worries. she knows every twitch, every muscle pull. she nearly says I'll fix it.
swallows it down. fishbones and all. ]
I'll come up with something.