My Light, My Lux

Chapter Ten

"Jinx, we have to talk."

Now, this tone in Vi's voice is never good. Neither is the ominous phrase. It's never "Jinx, we have to talk about giving you some extra muffins" or "Jinx, we have to talk about you getting your own bathroom". No, it's always "Jinx, we have to talk about you blowing up that building" or "Jinx, we have to talk about you skipping your meds".

But Jinx has been good! She hasn't blown up any buildings (apart from the one Cait and Vi allowed her to demolish), and she has been taking her medicine very diligently. Her psychotic episodes have been so rare that they are pretty much non-existent at this point, so why is Vi sitting in the kitchen, alone, her face all stern and big-sisterly?

So Jinx places herself on the chair opposite her sister, wondering what she has done. Does Vi know that she has a crush on Lux? Fuck, that's gotta be it, right? Jinx probably couldn't hide her gayness at the fair every time she looked at her friend or walked hand-in-hand with her around the stalls, or got small friendly (?) kisses on the cheek.

"Jinx, I know that you are an adult, and, when I see how you look at Lux—"

"No, please, gods, no..." Jinx whispers and winces at the sheer amount of cringe about to ensue.

Yet, Vi remains unwavering. "I don't mean to pry—"

"Please don't, please let's talk about anything else, literally anything—"

"But we need to have a talk about sex."

"No, please, Vi, please, I will wash the dishes for a month, just—"

But her sister seems like she doesn't even consider the proposition. "You see, when two women really love each other, and one of them has a strap-on—"

"AAAAAAAAA!!!" Jinx screams, clasping her hands over her ears, and runs back to her bedroom.

Vi glances at the door with playful malice. "That's for stealing my ice-cream."

Once inside, Jinx calms down almost immediately. And how can she not, when Lux is right there, her calm, quiet presence enough to make all the trauma go away, all the notions of sorrow disappear... Lux is her anchor, and even so, Jinx cannot bring herself to, to just ask her, just wonder if maybe they could be something more than just friends?

No, it's too soon, and again, she might be straight.

"Jinx, can you... sleep with me tonight?"

Not helping, Princess! NOT. Helping!

"Okay," Jinx says because really, is there anything else she could say?

Slowly, the blonde girl rolls over on the bed, facing Jinx, who is still standing there, flabbergasted at the idea of actually sharing a bed with her crush.