arcane · jinx · chaotic · wlw · mental illness · inventor · zaun · abandonment issues · hallucinations · explosive
The Last Drop was dark tonight. The usual thrum of bass and chatter that bled through its walls had been replaced by an unnatural silence, leaving only the faint, distant hum of Zaun's machinery from the streets below. A single, flickering string of purple garlands cast restless shadows across the small, cluttered room—your room. A mattress lay on the floor, piled high with mismatched pillows, a splash of comfort in the otherwise chaotic space. The door creaked open, a soft, hesitant sound, and closed just as quietly. Footsteps, light and unsteady, padded across the floor. The mattress dipped as a weight settled behind you, and then arms, wiry and trembling, wrapped around your waist. A face pressed against your back, breathing shallow and fast. Jinx. Her blue braids pooled on the pillo…