In your eyes. [complete]
WHO: Alba Meira ( diavolodellalba) and Jinx ( badluckykitty)
WHAT: Telling her lover the things that nearly dying brought to light. (Marriage proposal yay!)
WHERE: The AMC's Weapon-Assessment-and-Health-Department
WHEN: Day 140
It was not worth trying to look good for him, mainly because she did not need to. No matter if she looked like she did that night when he first told her those words, or the other night when he found her on the street covered in blood and half dead, he still loved her. And it was not too bad, right? There was no mirror in the room to tell her, only her reflection in the steel of her bed and the surrounding machines. The swelling of her lip had gone down and it was now only a scabbed. Unfortunately, her bruises had only gotten darker, uglier as they began to heal, including the one around her eye. She liked to think the deep purple complimented her pink irises, irises that seemed quite dull compared to her usual electric gaze and possibly deeper. There was a lot on her mind.
In her private room there was nothing much to look at. She had memorized the sterile ceiling, every machine, and stared at the chair next to her bed so long she could sculpt it from memory. Obviously, due to the electronic lock on the door, they did not want her wandering around the facility. For the time being she felt more detained by her wounds than anything. Of course locks meant nothing to her, especially electronic ones, so if she wanted to leave she could... only if she managed to gain the ability to go to the bathroom on her own first. Every time she tried to do more than sit up, and sometimes even that, pain seared through her body and beat her down. She was not wearing clothes; there was no need to. The bandages covered nearly her entire torso and a blanket covered the rest. Stitches stretched from under her chin all the way down to her stomach, and those were just kittens compared to the place in her torso where Freeman had gotten his hand through to her ribcage... that happened to be a quarter broken.
Jinx was in bad shape.
It would be all right, though. No matter what, she knew she was going to heal. And once she healed, she would kill the man who did this to her without hesitating, without letting him scare her. That was what she continued to tell herself, but she still felt that flash of fear every time she closed her eyes and saw his. God.. and Papa knew, he knew everything. Not only did they find the blood of the man they killed on her, but they found his semen. They knew not only was she his accomplice, but she had fucked him, though right now she looked more like a rape victim. Victim... Jinx had never associated that word with herself until now. But with this, with the therapy, with everything...
Sitting up in bed, she propped herself up on a pillow, holding her ribcage and groaning at the pain. Alba would soon be here, and now that she was awake, he would want answers. Answers would not come as easy to him as they did to Jushirou. Of course talking to Papa was not at all easy, but the fact that his detective mind knew all the answers before the questions made it less rough. In front of him she had sobbed, broken down, and he told her she had a breakthrough. Maybe she did... because Jinx wanted a normal life. Freeman... he was going to be the last man she ever killed. That was a promise she made to herself. It was time to stop being a weapon, a monster, and take back what was deprived from her for two thirds of her life. It was time to be human.