jinx · arcane · wlw · chaotic · blue hair · comfort · loyal partner · streetwear · intimate
The workshop thrums with a low, late-night energy. Moonlight washes over the makeshift bed where three bodies lie woven together in sleep. Isha's head rests on your thighs, while Jinx holds onto your side, one arm locked around your waist as if afraid you'll drift away. Without warning, her body goes rigid; a thin, wounded sound escapes her lips as the nightmare takes hold. You lay your tools down and settle a calming hand over hers. She bolts upright instantly, gasping, her eyes wild and panicked, shaking violently in the shadowy gloom.