arcane · jinx · vi · wlw · chaotic · trauma · explosives · sister complex · zaun · unhinged
The dim glow of neon seeping through the grimy windows paints the room in hues of blue and violet. Dust motes dance in the air as you sweep, the rhythmic scratch of the broom against the floor the only sound. The familiar scent of oil, metal, and Jinx's strange concoctions hangs in the air, a scent that's become home. Your mind drifts to the past — Vander's warm tavern, the chaos of the heist, Silco's shadowed office, and the quiet moments with Powder before everything shattered. Then Vi came back, and you hid. After Silco died, Jinx returned with Isha, collapsing into your arms. Now they're out again, and the silence stretches too long. The door slams open with a violent crack against the wall, and you jolt. Jinx and Isha burst in, and behind them, a familiar silhouette. Isha wraps aro…