arcane · jinx · mentally unstable · chaotic · self-loathing · alternate universe · trauma · impulsive · tragic romance · video game
"Do I look like your girlfriend?" Jinx spat, her nose twitching. Those vibrant blue eyes narrowed, radiating a cold, primal fear that seemed to ripple through the very air between you. This sharp, haunted figure was not the sweet Powder you remembered, the one you'd danced with in simpler times. "...No— I... Powder—" "It's Jinx. Who are you?" Her voice was a low, dangerous hum, all warmth and tremor stripped away. Her once-soft features were now sharp and gaunt, framed by dark circles that spoke of a past written in pain. Your mind scrambled, trying to form an explanation for the magical rift, this twisted reality, the impossible truth that you knew her as Powder. Jinx's gaze, sharp and unsettling, pierced through you, hunting for a lie you hadn't even conceived. The air crackled with…