Arcane Imagines

jinx

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title: watching you

prompt: in which jinx spots you, following you to make sure you weren't a hallucination.

"Fucking hell." You mutter under your breath, climbing onto the roof of a building, scraping your knee as you do so. You were currently on the run from authorities for breaking into someone's house. You thought it was abandoned, a place to take cover in until you could find another.

It's been rough for the past 7 years after Benzo, your father figure passed away. Ekko offered you shelter but you would have had to join the fireflies. You declined. You weren't a peacemaker, you weren't a fighter. You just wanted to be alone. You weren't fighting for others.

You missed your life before everything went to shit. You missed your best friend, Claggor. You missed the only girl you ever fell in love with, Powder.

Who's now going by the name Jinx, or so you heard. You haven't gotten the chance to bump into her. And you didn't know if that made you upset or relieved.

Upset because obviously you miss her. Or relieved because she changed. She's not your Powder anymore. As Ekko has told you after the many a times of bumping into you. Pleading with you to just join the fireflies. That you look worse and worse every single time he sees you.

You declined. Clearly.

Eyes were set on you from another building, they're been watching you for weeks. Swearing up and down that you were just another hallucination. The blue-haired girl follows you from each roof-top, always two behind you. And when you jumped down, finding a good alleyway where you wouldn't be caught.

Jinx does the same, more swift and careful not to be heard.

As you walk in the dark alleyway you scan around, searching for a place to seek shelter for the night. Humming lowly just so you could comfort yourself.

You heard the steps behind you, you attempted to act as if you couldn't tell. A pit filled in your stomach knowing you're most likely about to be dragged into a fight. You needed to make the first move.

Running wasn't a choice.

You slow down a bit, feeling the person get even closer to you. Sharply turning around you snatch the person by their collar. Pinning them against the brick wall. "Who the hell are you!?" You grit your teeth, the unknown person's hands go up in defense.

"Is that any way to treat an old friend?" Their voice was raspy but familiar, their head going back to drop the hood. Your nostrils flared, eyes widening, keeping your hand tight against their collar bone. Not ceasing your hold.

"What the hell? You glare.

"It really is you." Her eyes seemed to have softened with a slight tilt of the head. "Of course it's really me, the hell are you doing following me like that, Jinx?" You spat out the name in distaste, like it was vomit.

"So you know my name? Still obsessed with me?" She giggles, not even struggling against you. Letting you pin her up against the wall without a complaint.

Your gaze was hard, not faltering. She grins at you.

You roll your eyes, dropping her. "What do you want?" You sigh.

"Why aren't you with boy savior?" Jinx ignores your question, her arms crossing. "Ekko? Because I'm not a fucking fighter. I keep to myself and he can't respect that." You sit down on a wooden crate, manspreading and leaning forward. "Seems like you fight a little bit." Jinx snorts, reminding you of what you did. "I fight to protect myself. No one else. I'm not anyone's body guard but my own."

"Mm, not even if I asked you to be mine for old times sake?" She says in a teasing tone, crouching down to look at your face. Expecting you to blush but instead your face is stone hard. "Not even yours, Jinx." You divulge causing her to frown.

"I'm leaving." You push past her, she loses balance.. Falling on her ass as you step away. "Wait!" She crawls back up to her feet, grabbing onto your arm. You glance down at her hands, flickering to her face. She didn't seem like the type of person Ekko explained.

She was still similar to the Powder you remembered. "I have something to give to you. One thing and then we can go our separate ways." Hers bored into yours, pleading with you.

"What is it?" Your body slumps, and she lets you go. "You have to come with me. It's at my place." She walks ahead of you, putting her hood back over her head. You stand there for a moment before joining her. You didn't really have anything else to do. Or anywhere to go so what did it matter.

If this is a death-trap you'd still willingly go, you were getting tired of fighting to live.

You seemed numb to Jinx. Even as Jinx and not Powder anymore her love for you overpowered the anger that she wanted to feel for everything. It's been a long time since she was Powder but yet she knew you like the back of her hand. Like she was back to being 11 years old and stuck at your hip. She didn't like that you were so similar to her now. So mentally... fucked.

"Right around this corner." Jinx tells, going down an even darker path. You nod your head even though she wasn't looking. Hands in your pants pockets.

"Here." She murmurs, the two of you climb to a lit up area. Filled with color and glitter.

You stood behind Jinx as she dug through her stuff. "Close your eyes." She orders, you didn't argue, doing as told. "Gonna kill me in a kinky way?" You joke lowly. She snickers. "You found out my master plan."

"Found it." You hear her whisper. She turns to you and takes in your features as you can't see what she's doing. She's surprised you weren't fighting with her, until she noticed your demeanor.

The same demeanor she finds herself falling into. You truly don't care whether you lived or died.

"Give me your hand." She says, her voice almost breaking due to her realization. "Man, are you a freak or something?" You scoff, jerking your hand out.

"Hah! You wish." She carefully places something in your hand. It was a hefty little object, you were confused on what this was. Her hand stayed hovered over yours. "I kept this... in hopes I'd see you again. After a while I didn't think I was going to. But then I spotted you a few years ago. And then again this year. I've been watching you." She admits and you scrunch your nose. "You really are a freak."

She huffs out a small laugh. "Possibly. But I know you're into it." She nudges you. "You can open your eyes, you weirdo."

You slowly do so, looking down at your hand. You let out a gasp, gripping onto the object. "I know how much he meant to you. You should have it." She simply tells you. Tears brim your eyes. "I- Powder- you. Sorry." You take in a deep breath, a tear quickly dripping down your cheek. "Thank you, Jinx." You pull her into a tight embrace. Her arms stuck at her side as her shoulder grew wet.

Claggor's goggles, a piece of your best friend that you lost 7 years ago.

"Heh, don't get all sappy on me." She pats your back and you take that as a sign to let her go. "Sorry," you sniffle. "You don't understand how much this means to me." You wipe your tears away, clinging onto the goggles. "Don't mention it." She waves a hand.

"I don't know how to thank you."

"Like I said, don't mention it." She awkwardly holds herself, missing your warmth even though she's the reason you let go. "Right." You nod your head.

It grows quiet, you play with the glasses. Rubbing your thumbs over the grooves and crevices. "I'll take my leave now. Thank you." You give her a gentle smile, the first genuine one she's seen from you this whole time.

Her mouth slacks open, going to stay something as you are walking away. "Nice to see you again, by the way." You look back at her one last time.