[ooc; omg, DO YOUR JOB!! and awww, thank you!! ive been roleplaying her for a very long time, so i like to hope im good with jinx by now lmao. and also, i am reading up this game as we speak. i kinda just tdm'd at random with empty thoughts because, idk, cause that's how i roll.
but im finally reading this game's profile and seeing what it's about because one of my favorite things in the whole world is fairies and garden/mystical things. so MAYBE i'll end up apping in the future, who knows. 👀 ]
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[the fact he isn't showing one millimeter of fear irritates her, and it's something she doesn't come across often. it makes her feel... inferior, and that maybe she is losing her edge ever since she reluctantly became the hero of her people. her feathers (metaphorically) ruffle as he expresses more of his concern, and the crow works her lips in an attempt to form some sort of reply.
but everything seems to be expiring within her throat, and it only furthers her frustration. the voices tickle her ear with snickers, murmuring audibly how she is wasting too much time with her silence. — 'fix this. fix it, fix it, fix it! you look so nervous. you're acting so scared. god, what are you even doing?' — who does this herald think he is, she thinks. he doesn't know what she's seeking for, because she doesn't even know what she's seeking for. her aim begins to quivers, not out of terror, but with anger now. and jinx can feel this emotion ballooning around her ribcage, and the only way she can let it out is to shoot. destroy. demolish, annihilate, detonate, obliterate. do it to something. to someone. anything.
so in one quick motion, her arm targets to the west of them, pressing hard on the trigger to fire not one, not two, not even three, but four bullets out into wilderness. luckily, there are no other adopted in their perimeter, however, some trees might have been wounded by her rage.]
1/2 cw: schizophrenia
but im finally reading this game's profile and seeing what it's about because one of my favorite things in the whole world is fairies and garden/mystical things. so MAYBE i'll end up apping in the future, who knows. 👀 ]
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[the fact he isn't showing one millimeter of fear irritates her, and it's something she doesn't come across often. it makes her feel... inferior, and that maybe she is losing her edge ever since she reluctantly became the hero of her people. her feathers (metaphorically) ruffle as he expresses more of his concern, and the crow works her lips in an attempt to form some sort of reply.
but everything seems to be expiring within her throat, and it only furthers her frustration. the voices tickle her ear with snickers, murmuring audibly how she is wasting too much time with her silence. — 'fix this. fix it, fix it, fix it! you look so nervous. you're acting so scared. god, what are you even doing?' — who does this herald think he is, she thinks. he doesn't know what she's seeking for, because she doesn't even know what she's seeking for. her aim begins to quivers, not out of terror, but with anger now. and jinx can feel this emotion ballooning around her ribcage, and the only way she can let it out is to shoot. destroy. demolish, annihilate, detonate, obliterate. do it to something. to someone. anything.
so in one quick motion, her arm targets to the west of them, pressing hard on the trigger to fire not one, not two, not even three, but four bullets out into wilderness. luckily, there are no other adopted in their perimeter, however, some trees might have been wounded by her rage.]