[ you will, she thinks. someday, that knowledge will squirrel itself through his head. either he'll remember. or she'll tell him. when is the real question looping through their heads. when will jinx reveal it? when will silco remember? when will this tentative, fragile space they're making shatter?
she feels like she's doling out her pieces. like candy. like bait. what will silco react to? what will he bite? will he sink his teeth into it? will he rip it apart?
jinx feels so methodical. smart. cunning. devious. so. so.so
so like silco.
it makes her weep. here she was, being him and he doesn't know. he doesn't understand. how can she make him understand without tearing herself apart in the process how how how
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she feels like she's doling out her pieces. like candy. like bait. what will silco react to? what will he bite? will he sink his teeth into it? will he rip it apart?
jinx feels so methodical. smart. cunning. devious. so. so. so
so like silco.
it makes her weep. here she was, being him and he doesn't know. he doesn't understand. how can she make him understand without tearing herself apart in the process how how how
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