You would be hard pressed to find an instance where Jinx wasn't absolutely beautiful.
Maybe I'm biased, horribly, horribly biased, but it seemed like there wasn't a single point that I could remember where Jinx had looked unattractive - whether she'd attest to it was a whole different story. It isn't even in her ideal moments where she was trying to look her best or be perfect, it was times where she hated it when I stared and would blush and look away. Moments of weakness, of being unaware and unconscious of herself.
It was her curled up on the coach, hair pulled back in sloppy plaits and toes curling into my side, a thick book sitting on her lap. It was the concentration on her face and the way her eyebrows pulled together, the way she bit her lip when she was reading something action-packed, and when a part made her especially nervous, I could almost sense her hesitation to read any further.
It was how she looked in the mornings, bleary-eyed and her pink locks curling around themselves from the braids she'd slept in, the tank top she'd slept in riding up dangerously high and the shorts dangerously low. She'd stand up and yawn, thinking I wasn't looking, and the stretch that would follow would be enough to make me have to glance away.
It was her "oh, damn you, Wally!"'s and the flicker of pink lightening when she'd get angry, it was the way she twisted and turned and fluttered about during a fight, as if she was as light as a feather and she was dancing, but the look on her face and the clench of her teeth told me otherwise. It was her eye-rolls and her winks and when she'd pull her hair down from her pigtails and the way her skin was redder than her hair when she stepped out of a shower.
It was her socks. Oh Superman her socks.
"God, Wally, what is your problem?" It was how she was right now, rifling through our closet with nothing but a towel wrapped around herself and her hair dripping onto the carpet, something I would usually tease her about but not right now. "You're always staring, you creep."
"Can't help it. I've got a nice view, you know?"
There was a snort of disbelief from the pink-haired girl, and seconds later the towel pooled around her feet.
"I'll give you a reason to stare."
Maybe beautiful wasn't the right word to describe her…