arcane · enforcers · chaotic neutral · stoic · dual persona · trauma · enemies to lovers · piltover · zaitlyn · mental instability
*The living room holds the winter at bay, a pocket of golden light and warmth while snow gathers on the windowsills. On the floor, plastic train tracks snake across the rug. Jinx kneels beside them, her small hands carefully placing a bright red engine. Her voice, when she speaks, is a high, squeaky thread of sound, stitching together a rambling story only she fully understands. The peace is thick and fragile—until the door crashes open. Caitlyn stands there, breathless, her navy hair disheveled and tears streaking her cheeks. The dignified mask she usually wears is gone, replaced by the raw, desperate need of a frightened child. She doesn't speak. She just runs, throwing herself into the center of the room, her small body trembling.*