{The Circus of The Forgotten}

[QueenofDorks]

In all honesty... Jinx found herself fervently captured by the demon's boring gaze that continuously stared her down. She couldn't look away, nor pull back for that matter. He had her tangled within his grasp, pinned and trapped. It was an exhilarating feeling. Intoxicating. A thrill that emphasized on her hunger. The sensual words, and emotions, were all but absorbed by the siren. Her words had ceased, albeit one hand rested at his chest from where she had pushed several times... till now, till all movement stopped. What was the harm? a little voice nudged at the back of her mind. She hadn't gotten laid within three weeks and, yes, she was surviving off of Baxter's outbursts and the kisses that followed afterwards... but she needed more. Why not now? Why not give in and let him have his way for once? She did like it rough, a fact that he noted greatly from their previous kiss. And if that was an added bonus to tonight... well. All reasoning of thought, let alone her rule of not allowing Baxter into her pants, dissipated as soon as he connected their mouths together. It was abrupt, and sudden, her mouth parting in a keening gasp of surprise. Then she felt his tongue, pressing over her bottom lip for entry into her mouth. She reluctantly allowed, too enraptured by the moment.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Baxter couldn't cease the smirk that forced its way onto his lips as Jinx reluctantly surrendered, and his hand slid along her neck until his fingers tangled into her hair, holding her in place as he took over the kiss with that one small allowance. The hand that held her waist loosely pulled her tighter to him, a low, subtle yet triumphant growl emitting from somewhere in Baxter's throat and chest. He picked up the roughness of the kiss, but was careful and seemingly calculated with eery movement, making sure nothing was done without a reason, or a specific reaction in mind. He slowly stepped forward, forcing the siren to take a step back, pressing her back into the tree that almost leaned just right to be perfect for... nefarious deeds. The lower of the two hands now free to roam, first along her side, then down and over her hip, slow and caressing. As time moved one, his affections became more forceful, and dominant, with just an edge of roughness to them.

 

[QueenofDorks]

As soon as they were wrapped up with their carnal desires, Jinx couldn't even comprehend what time it was. Let alone how much time had passed. Her hair was tangled, disheaveled just as much as her clothes; albeit a few places in her appearance having been ripped, unfortunately. And although there might just be a wide quantity of regret when she came to her senses, whether that be later tonight or tomorrow, she was currently in complete bliss. Her hunger was sedated by the romp they partook in together, the siren feeling like she was on Cloud 9. She adjusted her hand against the trunk of the looming oak tree, and relied on it as she righted herself, a breathy sigh coming from her mouth. She was bleary eyed, and winced slightly as a wave of the briefest of pain rolled into her. "Fuck..." she extended her hand upwards, fingers brushed across the skin of her neck. Skin that was plastered in bruising love bites.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Baxter stretched his arms over his head, his bare torso revealing the siren's own markings from their romp together, a devil's grin plastered to his face. He groaned as his muscles stretched taught, and then relaxed again, a pleasant soreness settling into his limbs. He was also high on the fact he felt nothing like he normally did. His abilities and emotions seemed calm and serene, nothing like the volatile disaster waiting to happen that was Baxter on a normal basis. He slowly lowered his arms back down, catching the waistline of his jeans just before they slipped off his hips, fastening the button and zipper with swift ease. His attention was drawn to Jinx when her muttered curse reached his ears, and he looked over, a small, prideful chuckle slipping from him as he spotted the marks his had left on her neck, extending down to her shoulder. She would have to wear extremely heavy makeup to hide those, and he had done that on purpose. A few marks still bore the fading indention of his teeth where he had probably bitten to hard, but there had never been a word uttered against it. "We just finished, hungry already?" he purred out the tease as his eyes took in her disheveled appearance with what seemed content approval. Scratch marks, and bites of her own littered his torso, and it seemed Baxter didn't care. This was only the beginning.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jinx casted her eyes aside to peek at Baxter, just barely registering the snarking tease that admitted from his mouth. She shook her head with disbelief. "After that? God no, I'm completely sated right now." She admitted, her fingers clumsily adjusting the few clothing articles that managed to be torn from her body in their romp. "No hunger whatsoever," she added for emphasis, then brushed both hands through her colored hair to adjust the wavy bob style. Though she doubted it would work, merely considering that she had way too much movement tonight to be able to at least fix it. There was no way she'd be come back from this disarranged appearance she now sported. "Ugh... goddamn, Bax. Did you have to seriously ruin half of my appearance to be able to emit to your carnal desires?" She questioned, intended to be a bit slight slight hateful but merely sounded disgruntled and out of place.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Baxter chuckled darkly, moving to collect his discarded shirt from the ground and shook it out. "Your appearance isn't ruined at all." he smirked as he looked over the fabric. "Besides, it's not my fault you were to busy clawing me out of my shirt to help me with yours." he teased, his voice a soft, challenging growl. He tossed the shirt aside, "You ruined my shirt anyway. To many holes to be worth wearing." he sighed, running his hands through his shaggy blonde hair to remove any debris that might have tangled in it before scooping it back into the messy ponytail at the back of his head. "So, I complete satisfied you, huh?" he asked, his devil's grin back as it clearly was going straight to his ego.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jinx rolled her eyes dejectedly at his pride filled responses, emphasizing further with the teasing. She snorted, and evened out her gaze towards the egotistic demon. "Don't let it go to your head, lover boy," she drawled from over her shoulder, adjusting her leather jacket so it helped ease her ruffled and torn up appearance. "This is the only time you'll ever get to see me naked. And have your way with me. Never again." She promised, tone annoyed, as she slipped back into her flats. Without waiting for him, or for him to gather his wits and clothing, she moved on ahead. Although there was a little wobble to her steps, evident that their rough lovemaking had taken a toll on her body. "We're proceeding with your demon target first. After that, us having sex, you barely have enough emotions to attract the siren we're hunting after. So we'll get you stirred up again by facing what you could possibly become; an evident fact that you avoid and hate."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Baxter couldn't stop the grin that tugged at his lips as she drawled her response, not at all bothered over the way she said it, but rather the nickname she had deemed to use. Ammo. "Lover Boy?" He drawled, and chuckled darkly, as she continued to attempt to smooth her clearly 'I-just-got-laid' appearance. His eyes roamed her form as she started to move on, a short humph discharging from him, and he yanked on his boots to follow after her. It also boosted his ego that it was clearly apparent that their time together had taken on an apparent physical effect. I'd like to see a human top that. He thought snidely, his eyes glancing sideways at the siren as he fell into step beside her. "Stir me up to much, and I might need calming again before we go back." he purred teasingly, leaning toward her to emphasize his words before straightening and folding his arms behind his head as he walked. "Fine by me if we go after him first. We have to find him first." he shrugged, and lowered his arms to dig the paper out of his pocket.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jinx avoided his teasing, an echoed emphasis on the nickname she had briefly stuck with him. Second thought, she should rather ignore pinning any nickname to the demon. He'd probably just take it as a feeling of affection. One that she didn't quite have for him. Her eyes moved aside, peering tentatively as he dared to lean close as he spoke, playful as ever. Actually, more so now with the fact that his ego was boosted by their romp. She tsked at such a thought, and looked away disgruntled. "'Fraid you'll have to calm yourself down. I did my part tonight already. Now it's your turn to just hold onto that serene feeling I gave you, rather than emphasize on your anger." She mused, pulling the jacket a bit tighter around her form. "Does the paper say any address? Perhaps we could start there.."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Baxter glanced sideways at Jinx, opting not to add anything to what she had said about holding onto the calming feeling he currently had. There would be more time to banter, and tease, but they did have a job to do before the night wore to long. He looked at the paper, reading over it once again, "Hmm, says here he was living..." he mused, reading the address, "7809 east Higston avenue." he read off the line, looking at the paper quizzically. "That almost sounds fake... but I haven't looked into all the streets of this city." he shrugged his shoulders, eyes still scanning over the paper for any decent details that could help them discern where they might find the demon.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jinx dared to lean over and peer at the paper that was clutched between his hands. Her eyes wavered over the stated address. "Mm... I've been down that road before." She admitted, without the slightest sense of shame. I mean, a girl had to do something about her hunger. "Just last week actually, when we came into town. Can't recall if I saw that number or not though... wasn't entirely concentrated on that." She tucked her hands into her pockets and press forward, ambling ahead. "I'll handle him, the demon. Loosen him up with my seductive nature and then you can swoop in and finish him off... with whatever weapon of choice I suppose. Sounds like a plan or you going to get all rage on me if I start flirting with someone?"

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Baxter glanced at Jinx, and he honestly couldn't deny the slight twinge of jealousy he felt, but he also knew that was just in her nature. It's how she survived. He opted not to respond to her question, honestly unsure of how he'd react seeing her flirting and acting as she did toward another person, let alone that person was going to be another demon. He felt the urge to growl over it, but clamped it down, he wouldn't do that. He tucked the paper back into his pocket, and quietly contemplated on exactly how he'd finish this demon off. Apparently the guy liked to burn things to a crisp, as fire was the easiest element to contort with their abilities. Often people would describe their emotions using fire as an adjective. Who do you think gave that adjective to the emotions? He thought absently, and laughed softly. Yet he couldn't use flames. That was far to dangerous He could hurt Jinx, or even burn more than he would mean to down to the ground. There was always a random weapon around the house. He did have to figure out how to make it not look like murder. He sighed, "I'll get it figured out before we get there." he said with a shrug.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jinx took his silence as the ultimate answer to her question. That, yes, he would react to such a sight, whether his emotions wanted him to or not. Not that was surprising to the siren. Most demons, that she knew, were possessive over a lot of things. And because Bax's attraction towards her, he may just be that. Though, she wouldn't entirely put up with it. She casted her eyes aside, and peered at the blonde with her gaze. "Well, we're heading there now. No more detours. I want to get our targets out of the way so I can call in on an early night." She mused, twining her fingers together into a clasping grip behind her back.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Together they trudged along in relative silence, here or there Baxter would make a comment, the banter a nice change in the silence of the night. It didn't take long and they had reached the city, heading for where Jinx directed for the street where this demon supposedly lived. They were only a few blocks away when Baxter stuck out a hand, stopping Jinx from continuing forward. His eyes narrowed, his brows knitting together. He titled his head as if listening to something, and glanced at Jinx. "He's on the move. I can sense him." he explained softly, and let his eyes close. He had to focus if he wanted to figure out exactly where the demon was. After a moment, it seemed he had snapped onto a location, and quietly lead Jinx through the streets.


It was several blocks away, nearly a half mile from where he had picked up on the energy. A raging inferno of emotions that licked at the air around him. But the emotions weren't rolling off of Baxter. They were rolling off of their target. He growled, the emotions easily seeping into the calmed demon, Baxter's fists bunched and his muscles tensed. Yet something about the feeling felt familiar. It made the blonde man curious. They rounded a corner, and there, standing in the center of an alley was another man.


Taller even than Baxter, though he held the same slim, but masculine build. Sandy blonde hair that hung in matted tendrils, and tattered clothes that looked to desperately in need of being laundered. Or burned. Yeah, that would work. The rage rolling off this demon was palpable, the heat in the air visual as it seemed to suck the moisture from everything around him. Flames licked at the man's feet, yet it didn't seem to burn anything. Baxter peered at the form, bent over something in the man's arms. Until he realized it was a woman. Her appearance mummified as the heat that rolled off the demon had dried her like jerky.


It made Baxter shudder, his stomach flipping, wanting to expel whatever was in it. It was looking away from this gruesome sight that caused the demon to notice other bodies. Smaller bodies. An open van door just the other side of the alley. Carson City Soccer was what the logo on the front door read. Heat sizzled through Baxter at what he realized this was. He hated this man, and the crime he had just committed. His stomach turned, realizing if they'd found him sooner, this could have been prevented. Had he not.... He cut the thought off, he had no idea this would have happened. This wasn't his fault. Was it?


Rage burst like a river breaking a dam, and Baxter let out a growl, "Hey you!" he snarled, spitting with hate at the demon. The man seemed to jump, twisting suddenly, the body in his hands slumping to the ground with a sickening thud. Baxter cringed.


"Well, well, well." the man began to laugh, a maniacal, estranged laugh. "If it isn't Bartimaeus, my boy!" he chimed in a sing-song like voice as he slowly started to saunter over. His deranged eyes looked as if they were having difficulty focusing, until they seemed to snap onto Jinx. A dark, gray colored tongue poked out of the man's mouth, swiping lustfully over his lips. "And you brought your old man a snack. How.... sweet of you." he said, his head cocking to the side slightly as he continued his sauntering, shuffling gait toward them.


Baxter's face contorted with confusion, "What did you say?" he asked, studying the demon that shuffled their way. He instinctively stepped in front of Jinx, trying to block his path to the siren. Something about this man was familiar. But as the demon approached, recognition dawned on Baxter's face. "No." he whispered, his head snapping sideways to look at Jinx. "Get out of here! Now!" he snarled at the siren, and looked back at the demon in front of him. "They said you were dead!" he growled, the rush of rage that had rolled over the blonde now seeming to stoke ten times worse.


The demon before them cackled, "Oh no, kid. I escaped them last time. You, unfortunately, didn't." he purred, laughing with some unknown amusement. "I tried to get you back. Before they turned you into a pet." he spat, the anger flaring, accented by the flames around the man's feet. "You even burned down their entire circus get up." he said, his voice raising in amusement, a loud laugh bellowing out of him. "Oh it was so wonderful! I knew then you had my powers. My abilities." he snarled, a grin on his lips that made him look far more frightening.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Without much thought, Jinx honestly really wandered. Following absently after the blonde demon, even after he reluctantly took over with the hunt for a sensing presence, of a swarming mass of raging emotions that licked at the air. She hadn't expected, nor prepared herself, to be faced with a horrible scene as they both in unison approached the alley. Boy, was she wrong...


The mummified husk of a woman made the siren's stomach do a flip flop. For a moment, she nearly wretched, having to pry her eyes away at the last minute before she emptied the contents of her dinner from tonight. The sight was gruesome and uncalled for... such a view that was left embedded into her mind, mentally scarred. Although, she couldn't help but tug her gaze to level out with the one the older man carried, suddenly no longer interested in his latest victim. His gaze evened in on her with what could only be surmised as lustfulness. My boy? She questioned his choice of words, mentally. Apparently it even caused confusion within Baxter as well. Till it finally registered that this was no longer a normal, unrecognized target. But rather something, someone, far more personal than that.


She jerked her head slightly as Baxter easily pinned an order upon her, telling her to run and put some distance from here now. A scoff half stuck out in her throat and she gave a tentative shove at his shoulder, her mouth compressed into a thin scowl. Though her eyes darted worrisome to the side. "I'm not leaving you, idiot!" She snapped, and heaved a great sigh, her fingers pressing heavily together. Had Jack known who this man was? The relative relationship the two demons possessed; father and son reunited once more?

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Baxter glanced back at Jinx as she snapped her reply to his apparent order, and he snarled softly. "Then just make sure I don't lose it." he said softly, his muscles bunching as he tensed. His eyes now glued to the still approaching demon. The man in question paused a few yards away, his eyes fixed on the two of them. "Come now, Bartimaeus. Are you going to keep such a delectable thing all to yourself?" he asked in that same chiming, sing-song way. His tongue wet his lips again as his crazed eyes attempted to roam Jinx's form. Baxter stepped further sideways to block his sight, growling. "She's not on the menu." he stated darkly, his muscles seeming to shiver and quake as he held himself in place.


The demon cackled again, hands going to his midsection as if the laughter caused a stitch in his side. He doubled over, the laughter maniacal and disturbing. Baxter flinched, torn emotions raged within him as memories flooded into his mind that he had long forgotten. No. They had been erased. Came the voice in his head that he had attempted to lock away since he was small. The evil that was his demon heritage physically manifesting itself in Baxter's mind. "Bartimaeus! Join me again, son! We were destined to rule this world!" Came his father's voice, filtering through the thoughts and flood of memories.


"Shut up!" he snarled, his words palpable with the hate he felt for the man he was looking at. "I'm not going to join you. I'm not going to hurt anyone in this world." he ground out through his teeth, glaring at the other demon. As the man took a step toward them, Baxter instinctively stepped backward, slightly bumping into Jinx. He glanced backward, his eyes widening, seeing something that wasn't Jinx. He spun, backing away from the siren, until he stopped, hesitating. His eyes seemed to focus, and he was looking at Jinx again. "Get out of here. I'll handle him." he growled, seeming irritated that she hadn't gone anywhere, but at the same time having not heard what she had said to him.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jinx kept her eyes pinned upon the demon, the man that was Baxter's father. She saw no relation between the two. Perhaps look wise, but personality? There was no similarities. Just a vast gasp of differences. Bax was sane whereas his father wasn't. Not a surprise, considering the backstory that was spread out on paper. Jack, a thought immediately surfaced, he must have known when he was planning out the targets. The relationship between the both of them. A test. One to emphasize on the what could be, and the trust that had been built up over years. She swallowed thickly. Would the attempt on their next target, the siren, be similar? A test of loyalty? Such contemplation had her scared. But, luckily, such contemplation was ceased as Baxter bumped into her. Her mind eased back into the present, gaze registering the shaken demon. Another order growled irritably from his mouth. But she refused to listen. Let alone, leave him in the presence of his father. Swiftly she pulled free a knife from the sheath at her thigh, and chucked it with high accuracy towards Baxter's father -- aiming to knick his arm. A minor distraction for him to focus on. Then she spun to the side, and snatched up Baxter by the hand hand. "Screw killing him, we're leaving right now," Jinx hissed, this time the one to assert the order. She pivoted, harshly upon her heels, and tugged at his hand. "No ifs, ands, or buts! Get your ass moving. Now."

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Baxter's father seemed to look at the dagger as it flew towards him, as if his mind didn't register what the item was, or that he was in danger. The dagger embedded itself into his chest, and he slowly lifted a hand to touch the hilt, a blackened goop seeping slowly from around the blade. It wasn't blood, but it wasn't tar either. "Ah. A knife..." he seemed to muse, long and slender fingers wrapping around the hilt and slowly he began to drag the blade from his chest. The maniacal grin on his lips slowly lowering into one of utter rage. "A knife?" he asked again, still looking in awe at the item in his hand. "A knife?" he hissed, his face twisting in anger as his eyes leveled on Baxter and Jinx.


Baxter stared, wide eyed when Jinx threw the blade, his mind trying to comprehend what was happening. Then she had hold of his hand, demanding that he go with her. That he not worry about the demon who was slowly boiling into an all consuming rage. It pulled at his own rage, and he was becoming angry. Yet Baxter didn't know why he was becoming angry. The only bright spot on the endless squall of emotions was the feel of Jinx's hand in his own. He settled for focusing on that, the flames of rage beginning to lap at his feet. He kept his focus on their touching hands, not caring whatever else caught on fire, as long as her hand didn't get hurt. His memory flashed to Sera, and how her hand was hurt now thanks to him. He didn't want that to happen again.


[[You're welcome to do something with Baxter's dad, I wasn't completely sure how to write it out]]

 

[QueenofDorks]

Rage filled through the crisp night sky, consistent and intoxicating. It fluttered through Jinx, leaving the siren gasping, chest tight -- as if nonexistent pressure kept applying without hesitance. Leaving her breathless, and certainly not in the good way. The strong emotions radiated from both father and son, more so the older man that, at the moment, didn't seem phased by the fact that he had been embedded by a knife moments ago. More so disappointed at the choice of weapon. A part of her, one she attempted to suppress and hide away, tried to wriggle free from the tight grasp she had on it for so long. A shiver produced along her spine, and she grimaced, tightly grasping further onto the hand clasped against her own. "Bax... please. We need to go." She urged, tugging persistently on his hand. "Jack set you up. I'm sure of it; I have a gut feeling."


"See, my boy! This is why I wanted to free you from the damned circus." Baxter's father snarled, jabbing a slender finger at the siren. "They lie to you. Use you for entertainment like some pet. Pin you against other supernaturals that have supposedly lost their mind when, in actuality, we are only scraping by in this world. You can still be free from your master's grasp. We can rule this world together. Perhaps your cruel beauty could be interested in such an idea..."


Jinx swallowed thickly, and shook her head. She wrenched Baxter around, hands slipping upwards and clasping against his face. "Go," she commanded, her eyes flaring slightly with an amount of power, "run. Return to the grounds. I'll deal with him." She demanded, an order that would hopefully slip through him without any proper thought. Using the ability of compelling, to embed him into the trance of an order.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Baxter shuddered, Jinx's voice barely filtering into his mind, but his head turned to look at their grasping hands as she tugged on him. He took a step, but his father's voice caught him again. The war in his mind continued, the voice in his head that belonged to his demon blood whispering words of encouragement to listen to his father. When he was wrenched around, Jinx's hands finding his face, he seemed to snap back for a moment. His mind grasped the words that spilled from the siren, a demanding order that he run and return to the circus grounds. His thoughts knew she was using her magic on him, compelling him. Yet the blonde demon could care less. He latched onto the order, letting his mind succumb to the order, for survival. He had to get away from his father, at all costs. Even if it was a stab to his pride. He nodded dully, his eyes focused on hers, "Back... to the grounds..." he muttered, and tore from her grasp. He turned in the direction they had come, bolting away from the siren and the demon that had spawned him. Fear pushed his muscles, the fear pushed by the anger, and the only thing keeping him from stopping and turning back around being the compelling nature of Jinx's words.

 

[QueenofDorks]

A shuddered gasp bubbled out of her mouth, relieved, as Baxter listened. Encased within a trance that would only wear off as soon as he completed the order; by entering the circus grounds. Jinx felt a bit lightheaded, common for her to use such compulsion. But it called for it, that's for sure. And at least it managed to get through the blonde demon. Sometimes it barely works upon other supernaturals. Thankfully, it did for Baxter this time around. Whether or not he would yell at her later about it, that would have to be seen later. Her feet pivoted against the harsh asphalt, a sound that scratched at her ears briefly with the slightest of annoyance. The rage continued to roll off of Baxter's father, rapidly growing by the minute, the flames at his feet lapping at anything that surrounded his owner. Another knife was removed, and she chucked it towards him once more, the weapon being dissolved into nothing by his flames that flared upwards. "C'mon, old man. Let's go, I'll give you a fight." She taunted, then turned and ducked down into the spare alley's, running to avert, and distract, so she could remove herself from this current preoccupied situation.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Baxter's father continued to pace after the siren, loudly singing the numbers as he counted down from ten. Then he gave chase, following after the siren who dared to throw weapons at him. He was insane, maniacal, and dangerous because of it. Laughter cackled from him as flames licked at his surroundings. "Come out, come out, wherever you are~" he chimed, laughing as he turned a corner.


Baxter ran, and he didn't stop running until he was back at the fair grounds. The moment his feet passed the threshold of the grounds, he collapsed to the ground. His chest heaved as he gasped for air that threatened not to fill his lungs. His entire body burned as if he were on flames, and his chest felt like a weight was about to crush him. He gasped, laying there in the dirt, anger seething that Jinx had compelled him, but at the same time, relieved to be away from his father. His mind raced, trying to think of why he had been told the man had been killed. As well as why Jack had sent him after his father. There were so many questions and emotions swirling in Baxter, it was hard for him to concentrate on anything, let alone breathing. Another small portion of him wished Jinx were there, wanting to rid himself of the mass of emotions that now clouded his thoughts, suffocating him.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Her footsteps pounded against the pavement, Jinx swerving around stray trash cans, and jumping over broken scattered glass. She changed her route twice, trying to avoid leading Baxter's father straight to the circus grounds. It would be a bad idea. Not only because of Bax's temper, let alone the fear of what could happen if he faced his dad again, but the punishment they'd face by Jack. The thought alone gripped at her, sending fear through the siren. The fear being the only thing that urged her on, that and not exactly wanting to lose herself to the boiling rage. Finally, after a good total of thirty minutes -- combined with walking and running --, she approached the grounds. Her chest heaved, the siren tired and plagued with fatigue, weighing her down. Though she pushed herself, and moved over to the collapsed demon, her hands ghosting over and across his blonde locks. "Bax," she breathed out in a whisper, "breathe. Breathe and listen to my voice. You are fine. He can't manipulate you with his words anymore." She coaxed gently, her face strained with worry.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Baxter's eyes snapped open as soon as he felt hands on him, at first fear registering thinking his father had found him, but when he focused on Jinx he calmed quickly. His chest was still tight, still wheezing and gasping for air as he tried to get his lungs to cooperate. He hadn't known how long he had been laying there before she had gotten there, and his eyes darted around as if expecting to see his father close on her heels. He scrambled to attempt not laying on the ground, but his muscles were weak and the most he managed to do was merely move a few inches, and take in a huge gasp of a breath that sent his body into a fit of coughing. He rolled onto his side with the force of the coughing, his entire being trembling as he curled as much into a ball as his body would let him. He wasn't even sure if Jinx was in front of or behind him. All he knew was the pain his chest was in as he tried to breathe.

 

[QueenofDorks]

Jinx's face strained with a grimace as the wheezing continued from Baxter, evident and loud. Though, her presence had seemed to relax him enough in the meantime. Her legs folded underneath her, perched in a sitting position beside his crumpled form. A protest bubbled out of her mouth as he scrambled to sit, but his body would not let him. Not in the frantic, panicked state he was too far embedded in. She shifted, closer to where he lay curled in a half ball. She didn't doubt that was probably a pain for his current condition. "Bax," she uttered softly, sweeping a hand through his hair. "Settle, please. You're fine. Nothing can hurt you anymore." She continued to try to ease him, to extend out an aspect of calmness to cling to. Hopefully. "I outran your father. Plus he was too encased in his insanity to realize which way was right or left. Up and down. He's gone and he won't be showing up here." The siren bent her body forward, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. She hoped the affection alone would calm his scattered nerves. It was obvious her words wouldn't work when he was like this.