Thread by @DamadiSangue

#Jilco #Jinco

This is not the first time they have found themselves like 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 - folded over each other.
It is not the first time that there is blood between her teeth, on her lips, along her chin.
Silco collapses on her body, crushing her under his weight -

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- he brushes a braid with his fingertips, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.
Jinx strokes the hair on the nape of his neck - regular movements, which rise from the space between his shoulder blades to his head.

For a few minutes neither of them move; Jinx arranges her legs back around his hips, just curling her lips when 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 drips on her thigh.
She tilts her face towards him, brushing his eyebrows with her fingertips.

"They will find out." his voice dry, hoarse.
Jinx closes her eyes, placing her cheek against his, releasing a low, throaty laugh.
"The ogre already knows." she retorts, and Silco snorts, trying to lift his face off her shoulder.
"Sevika would never say anything."

Silco just pulls away from her reluctantly.
Jinx looks at him with pinkish eyes, her pupil a round, blackish hole.
And there are questions pending between them - facts that weigh like a sentence.
𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, Silco often said, baring his teeth.

𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, she always ended the conversation, shaking her head like a riotous beast.
And he was silent, Silco, because words were useless when one was born in a world like theirs - when blood was calling and violence was roaring.

Silco seems to sense her thoughts - he takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger, searching for her eyes with his own.
Jinx licks her lips, between her thighs again his co - them.

"Yes." she whispers, because she had always handed him 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 - from the first time they bled together, she still young and inexperienced, to today, grown up and hungry.

Silco spreads his fingers across her abdomen, pulling away from her in a wet, obscene sound.
And she looks at him, Jinx; she brings him to his knees - he, the Eye of Zaun.

𝘚𝘩𝘦, 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭 - 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦; 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

Silco bends on her, kissing her around her navel — he goes down, running her skin with the tip of his tongue.

He rolls one of her braids into his fist - pulls, and she follows as a time before.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰, 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

She pinches his wrist between cold, sweaty fingers - her heart a furious roll in her chest, frantic.
"If you do this, there will be no way to hide it." she murmurs, and her eyes are huge - innocent for the first time in years.
Silco looks at her, stops.

"What do you really want, Jinx?" he asks, turning his palm up and squeezing her fingers in his own.
Jinx inhales hard, weighing his question carefully.
"I'm not your daughter."
Silco is silent, continues to draw small circles with his free hand on her hip.

Jinx lifts herself up on her elbows, beautiful dressed only in the pale sheen of the dying fire.
"I'm a jinx." she tells him, and Silco smiles at that statement because nothing else could ever genuflect a monster like him.
"If you do..."

Silco tugs at her, lifting her towards him - bringing her close to his left pectoral, inches from his heart.
Silco frowns, remains so - suspended between a question and a confession.
"It stopped because of you." he tells her.

"It restarted because of you." he whispers and there is no uncertainty in his voice - doubt about her.
"It belongs to you, Jinx." he murmurs, touching her temple with his mouth.
Jinx opens her mouth, looks like she's about to say something -

- instead she flexes towards his chest and sinks in, biting and ripping out a moan that has nothing to do with pain.
Silco feels her small teeth make their way into the tender portion of his skin, penetrate up and tear the tissue, leaving her own mark.

𝘈 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭: 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴.

Jinx breaks off in a sticky sound, blood and gunpowder in the air - she laughs as Silco presses her on the carpet, parting her thighs in a dry, impatient movement.

And the carpet turn red beneath her - warm.
And she gasps his name, Jinx: she releases a sigh of relief as Silco's teeth sink, a dull ache between her thighs, approaching a sudden orgasm.
And she feels it, Jinx; she feels herself opening under his teeth, on his tongue.

And she is still smiling when Silco takes her face in his hands, kissing her - blood stained and something else.
And she cries as her fears die - they turn to dust and memory.

And she laughs, because he is her everything and her future no longer seems so horrible and dark and empty and ...

𝘑𝘪𝘯𝘹.

Silco breathes in her hair, closes his eyes - around her tobacco and leather and 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

Dawn will welcome them again as father and daughter - now also 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘖𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦.

They had finally found their home.

Also inspired by this image.

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