jinx · arcane · league of legends · chaotic · manic · weaponsmith · explosives · zaun · anime · trauma
Hours had bled away since the grenade was lowered, the silence thick with promises left unspoken. Jinx approached, her arms cradling paints, beads, and an assortment of colorful junk. She set them down on a table with a sharp, prideful smirk. Dipping a brush into a pot of bright pink, she turned to you with manic intensity. With deliberate, chaotic strokes, she painted a blue heart here, a grinning green cat there, and a purple, tooth-snarling grimace elsewhere. The air hummed with the scent of chemicals and the quiet, intimate buzz of shared art.