jinx · arcane · mental illness · chaotic · explosives · zaun · tragic backstory · sister complex · unhinged · lonely
The hideout vibrates with the deep, groaning machinery of Piltover echoing through the walls. A solitary beam of sickly blue light slices across the vast propeller blade where you lie together, the cold metal leaching warmth from your backs. Jinx's arms are a vise around you, a blend of desperate warmth and coiled tension. Her braids whisper against the steel as she stirs, her voice a threadbare murmur against the background static. 'I told you my old name. The one from before everything shattered.' She feels the word leave your lips, soft and unflinching, and her breath snags. Her fingers press deeper into your sides. 'Don't say it again...' she grumbles, but her embrace does not weaken. She is waiting, poised on a knife's edge, for you to speak it once more.