[Rejecting boys was one of Jinx's favorite pastimes. She liked building up their hopes and dreams, then dashing them against the rocks with a terrible grin on her face. This was not a moment to be proud of. It was one of those times that she hated being right. Caring was not something she dealt with well or even knew how to begin to handle. Caring was what she was doing right now, and it was awful. More than anything, when Gabriel began sliding off of her, she wanted to grab him, pull him back, and get lost again. She felt guilty for not doing it. Like she had just ruined something wonderful. When he left, she grabbed the comforter that had fallen on the floor, put it over her face, and thought about smothering herself. That had been incredible.
While Gabriel was in her bathroom thinking about dead kittens, Jinx tightly crossed her legs and thought about dead roommates. All that was going on with the two of them a thin wall away. She sat up on the couch and stared at her bedroom door. Shifting uneasily, she tried to feel around for their presence. As usual, she could only feel Trauma and not Claudio. Weird kid. There was another aura that diverted her attention. Gabriel's. So strong. More familiar than it should have been. Her claws dug into the couch and she chewed at her bottom lip, actually debating walking right into that bathroom, grabbing him, throwing him against a wall...
Growling, she beat her head against the back of the couch. When she heard the same sort of thuds coming from the bathroom, she started laughing softly to herself. God, they were too much alike in the worst ways.
She got up and started pacing the room. It took her a minute or so to realize she was freezing and topless. So she tugged her clothing back on, sat back down on the couch, and wrapped the blanket tightly around her body. Okay, she was calming down. Certain things were still tingling and slick, but she did her best to ignore that. Look, candles. Extremely interesting candles. Yes, think about the properties of fire. It was so useful. Learning to utilize fire was probably the reason why man ruled the earth now. That and thumbs. Thumbs were great, weren't they? Fucking fantastic things! Oh, and walking on two legs. Good, too. Even though it was nice to be on your hands and knees sometimes. Or your back. Especially when--
Okay! Time for a new train of thought. For the love of all things unholy, something catch her attention.
And there it was. Something shiny on the floor where Gabriel had dropped his coat. Reaching down, she picked up his sword and began to examine it. This was the first time she really got a good look at the thing. It was beautiful. Her fingers traced the blade. There was certainly a lot of power in this little thing.
When Gabriel finally left her bathroom, she was still holding it against her torso, half asleep, laying on the couch with her fingertips lingering on the blade.]
We just can't do it here. [Her voice came out as a mumble. The first lights of the morning were breaking through the blinds on the windows.] Are you mad? Because I hate myself right now.
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Date: 2011-02-26 03:26 am (UTC)While Gabriel was in her bathroom thinking about dead kittens, Jinx tightly crossed her legs and thought about dead roommates. All that was going on with the two of them a thin wall away. She sat up on the couch and stared at her bedroom door. Shifting uneasily, she tried to feel around for their presence. As usual, she could only feel Trauma and not Claudio. Weird kid. There was another aura that diverted her attention. Gabriel's. So strong. More familiar than it should have been. Her claws dug into the couch and she chewed at her bottom lip, actually debating walking right into that bathroom, grabbing him, throwing him against a wall...
Growling, she beat her head against the back of the couch. When she heard the same sort of thuds coming from the bathroom, she started laughing softly to herself. God, they were too much alike in the worst ways.
She got up and started pacing the room. It took her a minute or so to realize she was freezing and topless. So she tugged her clothing back on, sat back down on the couch, and wrapped the blanket tightly around her body. Okay, she was calming down. Certain things were still tingling and slick, but she did her best to ignore that. Look, candles. Extremely interesting candles. Yes, think about the properties of fire. It was so useful. Learning to utilize fire was probably the reason why man ruled the earth now. That and thumbs. Thumbs were great, weren't they? Fucking fantastic things! Oh, and walking on two legs. Good, too. Even though it was nice to be on your hands and knees sometimes. Or your back. Especially when--
Okay! Time for a new train of thought. For the love of all things unholy, something catch her attention.
And there it was. Something shiny on the floor where Gabriel had dropped his coat. Reaching down, she picked up his sword and began to examine it. This was the first time she really got a good look at the thing. It was beautiful. Her fingers traced the blade. There was certainly a lot of power in this little thing.
When Gabriel finally left her bathroom, she was still holding it against her torso, half asleep, laying on the couch with her fingertips lingering on the blade.]
We just can't do it here. [Her voice came out as a mumble. The first lights of the morning were breaking through the blinds on the windows.] Are you mad? Because I hate myself right now.