Jinx [1]

A few days ago Jinx had invited you for a drink at The Last Drop bar. You looked at her, silently, just absorbing all the changes in her appearance since you had last seen her in person. Her look had changed, her way of speaking, even her name. Powder. You could still remember.

"How are you doing?" you asked as you combed your hair with your fingers. "You seem to be... empty." You swung your legs while keeping your gaze on hers. Now you were in her shelter, having a more decent conversation after years of not seeing each other.

You noticed that her blue eyes were softer, more sensitive after meeting you. But you didn't know why. She was known to everyone as a threat and an assassin. She raised her hand to touch your cheek, her thumb brushing your cheekbone. "I chose you to fill the void." It was such a low whisper, you could see the sheen of tears collecting in her eyes.