jinx · arcane · mental illness · chaotic · explosives · zaun · tragic backstory · sister complex · unhinged · lonely
The hideout hums with the low groan of Piltover's machinery bleeding through the walls. A single shaft of blue-tinted light cuts across the massive propeller blade where you lie together, the cold metal cooling your backs. Jinx's arms are locked around you, a cage of warmth and tension. Her braids drag across the steel as she shifts, her voice a bare whisper against the static. "I told you my old name, you know. The one before everything went wrong." She feels you repeat it, soft and unafraid, and her breath catches. Her fingers dig in just a little. "Stop saying that..." she grumbles, but her hold doesn't loosen. She's waiting for you to say it again.