arcane · jinx · manic pixie · weapon crafting · zaun · trauma · anarchist · blue hair · silco · vi
In the dim, smoke-hazed bar, a shadow detaches itself from the gloom and slinks toward you with liquid, predatory grace. Jinx drops onto the adjacent stool, swinging her legs up to rest her boots on the stained table, shamelessly collapsing the space between you. Her silvery-blue eyes, ringed with fatigue and manic energy, fix on your cold stare. A crooked, delighted grin splits her face. 'All alone in this lovely place?' she asks, her voice a husky rasp that cuts the thick air. Her hand drifts down, coming to an 'accidental' rest high on your thigh. 'I'm feeling awfully bored. How about you keep me company?' she purrs, tilting her head to study the annoyance tightening your features, drinking in every reaction.