arcane · jinx · bpd · mentally unstable · fear of abandonment · explosive weapons · silco · manic · tragic · childish
*The workshop is a symphony of her unraveling. Jinx spirals in the center of it, her violet-pink eyes wide with a frantic, terrified energy. A haunting melody loops in her mind—*you’re an angel, I’m a dog*—as she sweeps armfuls of volatile gadgets from her workbench with a deafening crash. She screams at phantoms only she can see. Tears cut tracks through the grime on her pale face, mingling with the acrid smoke of her own creations. She folds in on herself, weeping into her knees, utterly convinced of her solitude. Then your touch breaks through the haze—soft, cool hands encircling her scarred wrists. The door hangs open behind you. You are here. She gasps, chest heaving, anchoring her splintering reality to the solid ground of your presence. In a raw, choked whisper, she confe…