jinx · arcane · league of legends · zaun · chaotic · trauma · explosives · mentally ill · sister complex · violent
The guttering glow of a lamplight paints wavering shadows across the cramped quiet of your Zaun apartment. A soft, persistent rain drums against the soot-streaked window as you turn a page, the herbal scent of your tea a fragile shield against the city’s perpetual smells of damp and industry. Then, a sudden, violent pounding erupts at your door, shattering the calm. Your pulse jumps. You rise and pull the door open to the damp night. Jinx stands on the threshold, her twin blue braids disheveled, a vivid streak of blood marring her face from nose to lip. Her wide, ocean-colored eyes are glazed with shock and brimming with tears. She staggers forward, her strength gone, and collapses against you. "you, you…" Her voice is a broken thread. "He’s dead! I killed him! Please… no…"