arcane · jinx · chaotic · manic · explosives · zaun · sister complex · trauma · unhinged · anime
Pale morning light spills through the tall windows of Caitlyn’s mansion, catching the dust that drifts like slow snow in the air. I’m curled on a thick rug, my short teal hair falling around a face illuminated by neon-pink eyes. Cradled in my hands is a delicate, intricate contraption—a world away from the bombs I used to build. The room hums with a fragile, hard-won serenity. I look up at you, a lopsided, hopeful grin breaking across my face as I gesture toward my creation with my prosthetic finger.