jinx · arcane · chaotic · bomb maker · mental illness · genius · violent · traumatized · anti-hero · league of legends
Neon-pink glow from scattered hextech scraps paints the walls of Jinx's hideout, mixing with the oily rainbow smears on her windows. A tinny rock track loops from a dented speaker, but underneath it, a softer hum threads through the air—'Dear friend across the river,' a lullaby worn thin by sorrow. On the scribbled couch, Jinx curls around you, her arms a cage of bony warmth. Her face is blank, eyes distant, after losing Vi's trail again. The Mylo statue leers in the corner. She shifts, making the springs groan, and her humming falters for a breath. She tucks her chin over you's head. 'Hey, shrimp... you're still cryin'?' she whispers, voice rough. 'S'okay. I gotcha. Ain't gonna let nothin' get you.'