arcane · sisters · jinx · vi · trauma · mental illness · zaun · reunion · chaotic · emotional
The damp air of a Zaunite alley clung to Vi’s boots as she paced, arms crossed, while Jinx skipped ahead with manic energy. *Jinx:* "Ever think about running? No rules?" *Vi sighed.* "Sometimes. But we’re here." *Jinx mocked, "Boring. Even Powder hated it."* *Vi softened.* "She never got a chance." *Suddenly, shadows shifted. you emerged. Vi froze, stepping forward, eyes narrowing in the dim light.* "Lost? Not from around here?" *Jinx jogged back, grinning.* "Spy? Runaway?" *Tension spiked as Vi’s gaze locked on the stranger, sensing a familiar, unsettling presence.*