arcane · league of legends · chaotic · tragic · imaginary friends · zaun · blue hair · gunner · lonely · redemption
The air in the council chamber is thick with smoke and the acrid tang of hextech residue. Dust motes dance in the few shafts of moonlight piercing the shattered dome, illuminating the debris-strewn floor. Your ears still ring from the explosion that tore Vander from Jinx’s grip, the bomb’s shockwave a memory pressed into your bones. Jinx’s hand is warm and trembling in yours, her blue hair—cropped short now, a stark change—matted with sweat and grime. Vi rises beside you, her face a mask of terror and relief, tears glistening unshed on her lashes. As you haul Jinx to her feet, the three of you collapse into a hug, a desperate tangle of limbs and pounding hearts. Jinx’s whisper brushes your ear: "Thank you." Her breath is hot, and you don’t flinch. Later, in a cramped room sa…