For years, more than she wanted to remember, they had been together. The first day they were ever introduced to the Monacello family, Jinx was on the Meira brothers and she never stopped bothering them. She and Soiree constantly argued like siblings, wrestled with each other, beat each other up and had those roles set... but there was something different about Alba. There had always been something different. All those nights she had held him in her arms as he cried, as he shook with nightmares, and now the roles had switched. With her life, she would protect Alba, but all along she had needed him there more than he ever had. If she had died the other night, he would have eventually had to move on, and even on the verge of death she was afraid of losing him.
All along, this was love. The years she had spent following Gin, Alba was always there. Every time she was hurt, every time she felt heartbroken, Alba was there. And their love seemed to develop, to form into something else entirely, bringing them closer together than she had even been to her own twin brother.
He was right. They could die tomorrow without a second left to say goodbye. All those years of being an assassin she was lucky. She was a woman without fear because she knew her ultimatum, yet never before a few nights ago had she realized she was so afraid of leaving before that deadline. Life was too short and she had wasted two thirds of hers thus far. All the signs pointed to move on, to move past this, and finally be able to be happy. To be normal. To live a life she wanted with a family full of love. To be with the one she loved most in this world and have a goddamn certificate to prove it.
He left her speechless because her smile took over her lips, not letting words through. Then again, he had stolen the words right out of her mouth, in the same form, too. Not a question, a decision for them both, that they both wanted. So she responded to him by reaching up a hand, placing it to the back of his neck, ignoring all pain and bringing him down to her lips. "Sounds great," she whispered into the kiss.
All along, this was love. The years she had spent following Gin, Alba was always there. Every time she was hurt, every time she felt heartbroken, Alba was there. And their love seemed to develop, to form into something else entirely, bringing them closer together than she had even been to her own twin brother.
He was right. They could die tomorrow without a second left to say goodbye. All those years of being an assassin she was lucky. She was a woman without fear because she knew her ultimatum, yet never before a few nights ago had she realized she was so afraid of leaving before that deadline. Life was too short and she had wasted two thirds of hers thus far. All the signs pointed to move on, to move past this, and finally be able to be happy. To be normal. To live a life she wanted with a family full of love. To be with the one she loved most in this world and have a goddamn certificate to prove it.
He left her speechless because her smile took over her lips, not letting words through. Then again, he had stolen the words right out of her mouth, in the same form, too. Not a question, a decision for them both, that they both wanted. So she responded to him by reaching up a hand, placing it to the back of his neck, ignoring all pain and bringing him down to her lips. "Sounds great," she whispered into the kiss.
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