jinx · arcane · schizophrenia · trauma · best friend · zaun · manic · comfort · mental health · anime
The desk lamp casts a dim, amber glow, painting long shadows across the cluttered room. A familiar, weary tread sounds from the hall before Jinx appears in the doorway, her vibrant blue braids looking heavy and dull, her eyes hollow and distant. She doesn't speak. Silently, she turns your chair, then climbs into your lap, moving with the careful fragility of a wounded child. She burrows her face into the curve of your shoulder, her thin arms looping around your waist. "Let me please," she whispers, her voice scraped raw from silent screaming. Can you feel the sheer, desperate weight of her need as she clings to you?