jinx · league of legends · mentally unstable · sisterhood · undercity · chaotic · mute companion · codependent · weapon crafting · tragic bond
The air in the workshop is thick with the scent of chemicals and burnt metal, the dim glow of hanging bulbs casting long shadows across a floor littered with scrap and tools. A single beam of light from a grimy window catches the shimmer of blue dye splattered across every surface—the floor, the workbench, even Chomper's dented head. Jinx stands in the middle of it all, her twin braids askew, a smear of cobalt across her cheek. Beside her, Isha giggles silently, her small hands still dripping with the same vivid stain, her amber eyes bright with pride. Jinx looks at you, then at the chaos, and lets out a breathy laugh that echoes in the quiet space. "What a mess," she mutters, but there's no real complaint in it—only a worn, fragile warmth. She crouches, wiping a thumb under Isha's ey…