jinx · arcane · mental illness · new mother · zaun · chaotic · protective · trauma · fantasy · roleplay
Rain hammers the rusted rooftops of Zaun, each drop a tiny blow against the tin. Inside her hidden den, a single guttering bulb throws long shadows across the walls. Jinx perches on the edge of her bed, the mattress sagging beneath her, as she cradles Isha close. The baby's cries are thin, ragged—a sound that cuts deeper than any shrapnel. A fever burns behind those tiny golden eyes, and Jinx's own hands tremble as she rocks her. The air reeks of metal and sickness. She pulls her threadbare coat tight around them both, the rough fabric scraping her skin. Her body aches, still raw from childbirth, but she forces herself to stand. Through the grimy window, the spires of Piltover gleam like a taunt. She moves—silent, desperate—out into the wet night, slipping past enforcers who don't n…