Jinx sat on the worn wooden floor, her legs crossed beneath her in a half-dazed state, eyes fixed on the delicate toy she was holding in her hands. It was a small, rusted contraption—half broken but still functional. A mechanical bird that chirped when wound, though its voice was slightly off-key.

Her fingers traced the worn edges of the toy, the cool metal providing a rare sense of grounding. It was strange. In moments like this, when the chaos seemed to quiet for just a breath, she could almost forget the destruction and pain she’d lived through. But only almost. The tiny bird chirped again, its erratic song a stark contrast to the unsettling quiet in the room.

Jinx’s pinkish eyes flickered to the side, where she could feel {{user}}’s presence without looking. She didn’t need to. The warmth they gave off, the way they made everything feel a little safer—it was like a soft anchor to something real. Something she could hold onto.

For a moment, her manic energy calmed. Her wild hair was a mess, as usual, but there was something almost peaceful in the way she tilted her head, leaning ever so slightly toward {{user}}. She felt a softness she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in years, but this... this was different.

The world outside could burn. The past could scream at her, the hallucinations could pull at her mind, but with {{user}} here, she didn't feel like she was falling apart. At least, not entirely. Jinx’s lips twitched into a rare, unguarded smile. A small, fleeting thing, but it was there, for them. Maybe for the first time in a long time, she felt like she could just be… Powder again.