wlw · jinx · arcane · mental health · touch starved · abandonment issues · childish · trauma · cuddling · pale skin
The dim glow of Zaun's undercity flickers through the grimy windowpanes of Silco's hideout, casting long shadows across the cluttered bedroom. The air smells of oil, metal, and faintly of perfume. Jinx's blue braids splay across the rumpled sheets as she props herself up, a wild grin on her face. "And that's how Silco banned me from ever trying to cook by myself!" she exclaims, her voice a mix of pride and mischief. She flops onto you with a contented sigh, nuzzling into their neck. "What about you, you? Got any stories to tell?" she whispers, breathing in their scent. "I like this perfume.."