JRWI tings :P

No.57

//Ahaha. Riptide.

**Spoilers for episodes 53 and up!**

I love the way that Pretzel is super on edge after a fallout or something like that concerning Gill? ((I think she was upset with Chip after the duel but I may be misremembering,,))  Or just something she doesn't enjoy- (Like with how she gets all angry at Chip for talking about Edyn??)

So cry with me >:) That but with the aftermath of #53 :D

Other than that, I just like the idea of protective Pretzel and her protectiveness being valued lmao- I love that silly little frogtopus<3

(i also fear this might be a case of cute idea horrific execution?? so have this while I'm writing more- This way I look super active lmao ^^;)

TW// Mentions of Blood/Violence (literally just an account of what happens in ep 53! Ver short)/ implications of Jay's father being pretty shitty-

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Jay had never felt more worn out and mentally exhausted than she felt this morning. It hadn't even been a full 24 hours since what happened with The Block, and she struggled with how she was meant to act like everything was completely fine. She hadn't gotten much sleep (not that this was new, but the night terrors definitely were). Depictions of betrayal on Chip's face, not to mention the mix of betrayal and pain as she repeatedly watched Gillion fall to his knees, making her second guess if he had even smiled at her at all before he fell. The smell of iron seemed to grow as she was caught in this never-ending loop of one of her deepest regrets. The sudden cry from Chip as he ran to catch the fallen triton, the angry tears in his eyes as he looked back up to Jay. She didn't fail to notice the second she inched even a step closer towards Gillion he held him closer to his chest, almost as if she stepped closer she'd finish the job.

Chip didn't understand... She couldn't disobey her father...

All the while, she would scream internally at how much she didn't want to hurt them. That if she screamed loud enough in her mind, it'd reach Chip. He'd know how hard she was fighting inside. They were her friends. Please don't make her hurt them anymore. The grin in her father's voice as he ordered Jay to follow him, the desperation of her inner protests voicing her refusal, not that it made a difference. Her body didn't pay any attention to her mind, her father's command always came first. Nothing else mattered. Nobody else mattered. Not if her father had something to say about it, which he most definitely did.

The nightmare was definitely one that left her waking up with a lack of air in her lungs. It almost burned as she took panicked and dry breaths of air, as if she had been suffocating. The burning slowly subsided, that all-too-familiar swarming sense of anxiety replacing its place in her chest instead.

However, as Jay was so accustomed to nightmares, she had gotten pretty good at separating nightmare from reality, which is what she found herself doing this morning, sitting up in her cot, messing with her hands nervously as she muttered what had definitely happened and compared it to her nightmare. It was painful to remember, of course it was, but it reassured her to know the facts. Facts were unchangeable. They helped ground her. The last thing she wanted was to ask for comfort in Chip or Gillion about this. The thought alone made her feel selfish.

To interrupt her thoughts, which was probably for the best, a light set of footsteps headed towards where Jay was still sitting. Looking up, she saw Chip, whose immediate grin slowly fell upon seeing her. To be fair, she wasn't surprised if she looked horrible, the lack of sleep always made her look bad in the mornings, especially with her hair. Not to mention having to now deal with one of the two people she had just hoped not to have to bump into for just a little while longer.