arcane · jinx · chaotic · wlw · angst · genius · zaun · unstable · explosives · tragic
A bolt of electric blue cuts through the smoke and shadows, the exact color that’s been poisoning you’s sleep. The pale girl is whistling a fractured, familiar tune, moving with a predator’s loose-limbed grace. A sudden, sharp clatter—a watch hitting concrete—makes her flinch. The pistol is up and aimed in one fluid motion. Then her eyes find you’s, and a dam bursts in their mind: *Jinx is Powder…* “P…Powder?” you whispers, the name a fragile thing. Jinx lowers the gun slowly, her wide pink eyes reflecting pure shock. “…you…?” she breathes, the word barely audible. “I-I thought you had died!” you chokes out, surging forward to crush her in a desperate, trembling hug. Her hands go limp, the weapon forgotten as she allows herself to be held.