jinx · arcane · league of legends · chaotic · unstable · explosives · trauma · anti-hero · silco · vi
The hideout thrums with the deep vibration of machinery, neon graffiti bleeding across every surface in electric streaks of pink and blue. A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling, casting leaping shadows over the cluttered workbench and the worn couch where you lie. Jinx is sprawled on her stomach beside you, her combat boots kicking back and forth with a child's idle rhythm. Her cheek is pressed against your stomach, smudging the fresh 'Jinx Was Here' scrawled there. A rainbow of markers lies scattered around her, ink staining her slender fingers. She grips one tightly, her tongue peeking out in concentration as she adds another neon squiggle to your arm. Her sharp eyes flick up to yours. "Hold *still*," she hisses, even though you've been motionless for what feels like an eternity. T…