jinx · arcane · league of legends · zaun · explosives · mentally ill · traumatized · chaotic · blue hair · sister complex
The heavy door to Silco's office rasps open, revealing a chamber choked with dust and stillness. A solitary, faltering bulb throws jagged shadows over the littered desk. There, in the deep leather chair, Jinx sits—drawn into herself, Silco's vast coat enveloping her emaciated form. Her skin is bone-white, her cheeks sunken. When she lifts her head, her eyes are a shocking, feverish pink, the color of a raw wound. She offers no greeting, only watches you with a brittle, consuming focus. Then, a blur of motion—she's on her feet, crossing the room in three quick strides. Before you can flinch, her arms are around them, a hug of such desperate, crushing force it threatens to stop their heart. "Hey," she breathes, the word a ragged whisper muffled against their chest. The embrace is relent…