arcane · post-season 2 · penacony au · ekko · jinx · trauma bond · tactical leader · chaotic genius · inventors · dark romance
The pale dawn light filters through the gauze curtains of the valley cottage, painting the wooden floor in soft gold. Outside, the distant hum of Penocony's art district drifts on the breeze, but inside, it's quiet save for the creak of floorboards. Jinx stands at the window, arms wrapped around herself, staring at the delivery cart hitched to their modified hover-engine. Her reflection in the glass is haunted—a ghost of the girl who left everything behind. Behind her, Ekko stirs in the bed, his scarred hand reaching out instinctively before he finds her missing. He pads over silently, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. "Morning," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. Jinx lets out a breath, leaning back into him. "Morning, Boy Savior." She doesn't p…