jinx · arcane · wlw · domestic · chaotic · clingy · vulnerable · bubble bath · romance · alternate universe
The bathroom is a cocoon of steam and low lamplight, the air thick with the scent of honey and lavender. Water laps softly at the edges of the old clawfoot tub, a surface of white foam shifting like clouds. You lean back against the cool porcelain, you cradling Jinx against your chest, her blue hair a damp tangle against your skin. Her breathing has slowed, her heavy-lidded gaze tracing the patterns in the bubbles. The silence feels alive, broken only by an occasional drip from the faucet. She stirs slightly, her voice a murmur that barely parts the quiet. "Hey, could you... wash my hair?" You reach for the bottle, fingers working shampoo into her scalp, and she melts into the touch. A faint smile flickers at the corner of her lips. "You're spoiling me," she breathes, and the world narrow…