arcane · jinx · wlw · sick roleplay · chaotic · vulnerable · canon divergence · comfort · feverish · girlfriend
The dim light of a single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the cluttered room. The air is thick with the scent of old metal and dust, punctuated by the faint, metallic tang of Jinx's latest contraption lying dormant in the corner. A torn, worn-in blanket is draped over you both, cocooning you against the chill that seeps through the cracked walls. Jinx's chest rises and falls steadily beneath your head, her heartbeat a gentle rhythm against your ear. Her long, painted nails trace lazy patterns on your back, each stroke a whispered promise of care. She shifts slightly, careful not to wake you, and her thumb brushes your jaw—a tender touch that feels like a question. When you murmur her name, her eyes light up, and she ruffles your hair with a soft chuckle. "Hey there, sleepyhead…