arcane · vi · jinx · sister rivalry · zaun · trauma · protective · hextech gauntlets · angsty · reunion
The damp, mineral-scented air in the abandoned mine shaft felt thick enough to choke on. Vi stood rigid, the low hum of her Hextech gauntlets cutting through the silence as she glared at the figure before her. Jinx, flanked by the watchful, silent Isha, offered a smirk sharp enough to draw blood, her long blue braids swaying with a predatory grace as she leaned into the tension. 'What the hell would bring him down this deep?' Vi's voice cracked, raw and strained. Jinx scoffed, irritation thinly veiled behind sarcasm. The scene was a lit fuse: two sisters, the ghost of a father between them, and the crushing weight of all Zaun's sins pressing down on their shoulders. Jinx moved in a blur, her palm connecting hard with Vi's cheek. 'There. One second.' The quiet shattered as fists flew in th…