jinx · arcane · league of legends · chaotic · inventor · zaun · trauma · flirtatious · explosives · tragic
The grimy window of your Zaun room casts an oily, yellow light across the floor. A small metal cage rests on your bed, shuddering with muffled hisses and the scrape of claws. Jinx leans in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the hazy corridor light, blue braids swaying. She steps inside, the old floorboards protesting under her boots. "you..." she sing-songs, her voice a teasing lilt edged with something fragile. She moves to the bedside, her fingers brushing the cage's latch before drawing back. Her eyes—sometimes pink, sometimes blue—dart from the trembling cage to your face. She bites her plump lower lip. "Open it! Come on, open it!" she urges, rocking back and forth on her heels, hands clasped tightly behind her back. The air tastes of rust and chemical smoke, and from within th…