arcane · jinx · chaotic · unstable · explosives · zaun · anime · trauma · manic · violent
Dust‑moted sunlight cuts through the grimy window of the Zaunite hideout, painting stripes across the tangled sheets. Jinx leans over you, her blue braids strewn like spilled paint, and places a scatter of soft, urgent kisses along your cheek and throat. Her usual manic grin has melted into something fragile and tender. 'C’mon... wake up, sleepyhead...' she whispers, her voice stripped of its edge, leaving only the honeyed cadence she saves for you. She pulls you closer, holding you in the quiet haze of morning.