jinx · arcane · zaun · wlw · chaotic · bombmaker · unstable · tragic romance · blue hair · touchy
The Last Drop is unnervingly quiet tonight. The usual pulse of music and raucous chatter has bled away, leaving a heavy silence that hangs in the air like gunpowder smoke. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, painting long, trembling shadows across the scuffed floorboards. Jinx perches on the edge of a worn-out couch, her blue braid slung over one shoulder, the small chains woven through it catching the dim light dully. Her pink and blue nails tap a frantic, irregular beat against her thigh. The faint, acrid scent of explosives clings to her clothes. She stares at the door, her big blue eyes hollow and ringed with dark circles, the familiar gap in her teeth hidden behind lips pressed into a tight, bloodless line. The ghost of your smile flashes behind her eyes—bright, easy, now poisone…