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WARNINGS: smoking, suggested PTSD, trauma, depression, mental health struggles
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The next few weeks were dedicated to your healing, and for a pleasant amount of that time, Silco joined your side. Considering all the time he dedicated to changing your bandages, checking in with you as well as keeping you company, you had a sneaking suspicion he truly did care for you. Perhaps more than you had let yourself believe. People change, after all. Time changes them. Perhaps the water had changed him too? On one hand it had transformed him into a man seeking revenge on the world that wronged him, in the other perhaps it made him realize the worth of those who cared for him?
Jinx visits were occasional- with all the free time she suddenly had, and considering you weren't 'fit' for teaching her, it needed to be filled. You'd hear plenty of tales from Silco of finding his office (pleasantly, though he wouldn't admit it) vandalized with bright neon drawings and 'Jinx was Here' scribbled in the most obvious places. What followed would be the stories of him having to explain to his buissness associates and the Chem Barons the reason they were there- which all caused you to laugh At your laughter, he'd smile, lean back in his chair, and mention he needed to get new wallpaper in his office anyway.
When Silco had a job to do- after all, his newfound duty as the Eye of Zaun kept him busy- he would drop Jinx off for you to look after, as he had promised. Your lessons resumed, much to his distaste and protests. Her skills had to be perfected, and you couldn't exactly do anything but lay in your bed and let your body heal itself. Though, by his request, not all her time was spent learning. Those same blue swirls began flooding the pages of her sketchbooks and arms in the forms of blue paint, pencils, or whatever she could get her hands on. She appeared fixated upon them. In fact, sometimes you'd let her use your own arms as her canvases, eager to see her chaotic designs on your body. It made for a more interesting time
Finally when your body had healed, and you were declared fine by the doctor, you were allowed to leave the room. Silco insisted you do not work just yet, but the longer you stayed in his home with nothing to occupy your time with, the more bored and useless you felt. Luckily, Jinx's company proved delightful once again, and now that you were out of bed, the activities you could both get up to were endless. Baking at anytime to surprise Silco, helping her put up her drawings, entertaining her with small chemical reactions and experiments in his kitchen- and maybe accidentally destroying parts of it in the process.
Perhaps in a small, selfish part of your head, this is what you always longed for. Perhaps the adventures you shared in your childhood and teenage years where enough- they brought their excitement, but as you grew up, you privatly dreamed of a more relaxed life. A more... domestic, if you will.
Every morning, you'd wake at relatively the same time and brew some coffee for both you and Silco- yours to your liking, and his strong and black- while fixing Jinx whatever breakfast she desired that day, along with a hot or cold chocolate. You'd chat together in the kitchen: sometimes about your day; sometimes about a dream you had' sometimes you'd speek with Jinx as well... And sometimes, you would stand together in a comfortable, yet tired, silence. Then Silco would leave for work and return home for lunch or dinner, which had either been brought or made by you and your d-
His daughter.
But you could dream...
"I decided to spend my evening with you, (Y/N)," Silco announced, barely glancing up over his newspaper. This was one of your more silent mornings- Jinx was sleeping in instead of pounding on either one of your doors and whining that she was hungry. This was his fourth sip of coffee, and the second thing he said to you today. Usually, he only spoke after his fifth sip,
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