[yeko has an image in mind for jinx's death. she'll take her as far into the woods as she can without endangering herself and lay her in the softest grass and moss she can find. there's a story about this, one she's read a long time ago, about a girl driven to madness after the loss of her father. she reaches for this girl's hand – this girl, with her sunken eyes and crushing grief, light dulled by the weight of the world around her, and names her ophelia.]
I promise.
[she is bound to her promises. yeko leads her away from the commune, pausing every so often to scrape bark from a tree or pluck herbs from the forest floor. she is making a bouquet. when they're far enough where their privacy won't be interrupted, she doesn't ask if jinx is ready or if she's sure. she sits on the forest floor and gently tugs at jinx's hand, looking up at her. she hasn't let go since they left.]
Put your head in my lap. I'll take care of everything else.
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I promise.
[she is bound to her promises. yeko leads her away from the commune, pausing every so often to scrape bark from a tree or pluck herbs from the forest floor. she is making a bouquet. when they're far enough where their privacy won't be interrupted, she doesn't ask if jinx is ready or if she's sure. she sits on the forest floor and gently tugs at jinx's hand, looking up at her. she hasn't let go since they left.]
Put your head in my lap. I'll take care of everything else.