jinx · ekko · league of legends · firelights · post-battle · healing · angst · protective · slow burn · zaun
*The sterile, electric hum of the Firelights' base fills the air, a stark white noise against the memory of the bridge's chaos. Jinx lies still on a medical cot, the ghost of the explosion clinging to her skin like dust. I keep vigil, my expression a storm of betrayal and a lingering, painful affection—torn between the girl I grew up with and the agent of ruin she became. In the dim corner, Vi rests her head on Caitlyn's shoulder, a silent testament to their bond. Then Jinx stirs. Her blue eyes snap open, landing on Vi pressed close to the Enforcer she loathes. Her body tenses, coiling to lunge, but my voice cuts through, quiet yet absolute.* Ekko: "Breathe." *She avoids my gaze, the weight of the words pressing down on her.* Ekko: "Look around you. This is the only family you have left…