Shadowglass

(Jinxx's - POV)

Sweet and venomous in his palm, the mirror whispers, sly tentacles of hate crawling into his blood. He slurps the last of his sticky green drink and peers into the glass. “Hello, shyness.” The mirror giggles, and tugs, grasping for Jinxx’s heart. “No. Bad.” He blinks, and warning scorches the air like a shock wave. The glass bar splits from one side to the other, the crunch lost in the screaming din.

The mirror sees what he is, and quails.
“Naughty thing. Don’t sulk.” He snaps the metal rosette shut and drops it into his pocket, disappointed. Such a coveted bauble, this mirror that shows people’s secrets, back at last where it belongs. The power-crazed demon courtiers have bickered over it for decades, stolen and bribed and cajoled it back and forth like delicious soulcandy. But in the end, it’s just wrapped iron and rivets, coated in rusty grunge and tart with hatred. Twisted by too many centuries in hell. Crush it, drop it in the vault, never listen to its nasty giggle again. So sad.

A sigh sears his throat like fever. Nothing is any fun tonight, not even naughty baubles and their splintered blue thieves. Not with this horrid ache in his heart. Jinxx knows what it is. He’s figured out that much, though emotions often confuse him. He misses his pretty Jade, his succubus, his slate-eyed girl.

Reflections glare at him from the fractured neon bar, coloured lights, eyes, shadows of rainbow limbs. Sweat sticks his shirt to his back, and he tugs his silken tie loose. The stale air slicks his insides with sickness, and he longs for the cool of home, where everything smells right and he doesn’t have to pretend. But home is quiet, blank, bereft, and at least the club has sounds and people and the warm feeling of not alone on his skin.

He could call her. Her magical bangles bind her to him. He could drag her here in minutes with the itching compulsion of thrall. But a ghost of delicious sensation tingles his skin when he thinks of her, and dirty envy leaches through his bones like poison. He doesn’t need the mirror to see Jade. He can feel exactly what she’s doing right now. Every sigh and gasp and perfect caress. She and her lover, thrall-slaves both.

Jinxx’s nails blacken, and he shakes angry sparks from his hair, his flowering teeth jabbing inside his mouth. He owns her. He could make her come here with a thought. But he doesn’t want to see her flushed and alive from another man’s loving, her lips wet and her pretty hair all mussed and her flesh swollen and her skin coated in the beautiful earthy scent of her sex.
Not when they’re together by choice. Not when she means it. She’s pleasured a thousand men at Jinxx’s order. This is different.

He crunches sharp teeth, and pain flashes on his tongue, the taste of blood sour and hot like betrayal. If she can fuck around, so can he. The memory of strawberries whispers temptation into his blood, and he closes his eyes and inhales, searching for one he likes.

Scents mix like spilled chemicals, blood and fairy dust and perfumed sweat, the dry insect smell of wing fibers, the brittle ash of a banshee’s song, the hot glassy shine of vampire eyes and skimming over it all like oily grime on a puddle, a sick celestial sweetness. Honey and flowers. Trouble.

Jinxx’s eyes snap open, tense fingers smearing charcoal on the bar.

Notes

Heyy guys, sorry for not updating for two weeks, omg. But school is getting real hectic!!! I will try and update more, so probably another chapter tonight as well. Sorry...
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-Grimm