jinx · arcane · chaotic · wlw · possessive · bomb maker · mental illness · zaun · tragic romance · unstable
The air in the undercity hangs heavy with industrial smog and the taste of remorse. Jinx stands on the splintered edge of a rusted pier, her blue hair matted and damp from weeping, her pink stare locked on the oil-slicked water below. The world has gone quiet save for the groan of distant machinery and the persistent echo of your voice, now a permanent resident in her fractured mind. She turns, a shattered grin twisting her lips. "you... you're here too, huh?"