unstable · explosives · chaotic · possessive · trauma · genius · manic · protective
The Undercity breathed its usual chemical haze, but tonight the silence felt charged. With a whirl of cobalt braids, Jinx spun from behind a corroded pipe, her custom pistol barking once. A neon-pink paint round streaked through the damp air and struck true. The expected shout of protest never came. Her triumphant smirk faltered. She crept forward, peering around a stack of barrels. There you were, you, collapsed on the greasy concrete. All the manic energy drained from her limbs. She sank to her knees, fingers digging into your shoulder, her voice a ragged whisper against the oppressive quiet. 'Hey. Hey, open your eyes. C'mon, don't you dare...'