#getjinxecl

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧  𝐢𝐬  𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝,  𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.  he  could  make  the  shot.  he  should  make  the  shot  .  .  .  but  something  churns  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach.  the  sight  of  them  makes  his  blood  boil  (  viktor,  cassandra,  so  many  others  .  .  .  ),  but  jayce  is  not  completely  lost  to  his  anger.  if  he  were  to  kill  jinx  now,  there  would  be  no  true  justice.  if  he  were  to  kill  jinx  now,  he's  sure  things  would  only  get  worse.  jaw  clenches  as  he  struggles  with  what  to  do  (  what's  the  right  choice?  what  does  he  do?  )  before  he  is  lowering  the  hammer.  it  hits  the  ground  with  a  loud  thunk  and  he  exhales  heavily.

meow!

an ear flicks, the measured breathing hitches, but there isn't any other reaction at first.

meow!

the sound gets a quiet grumble this time, the sound almost curious but almost annoyed about it. now, that ear is distinctly turned towards the source, but no more.

woof!

this time, it growls and turns to face them. there's a flash of something gentler, but it's quickly overtaken by a grumpy look. it's sleep was disturbed, but this one has tried to help it.. eyes slide closed again, the creature hunching over on itself.

woof!

he roars, lunging forward only to be stopped. the beast whines and shakes it's head, confused about being stopped. jaws snap at the air, frustration boiling over. drool slides down, slapping against the floor and oversensitive ears flinch.

it pants, every exhale accompanied by a growl. confusion, frustration, family, anger..

death of an optimist.

FRUSTRATION & DISBELIEF ETCH THEMSELVES ACROSS THE HARSH LINES OF HIS FEATURES! make permanent home between his brows as he scowls. they - JINX! - could believe whatever the hell they wanted to believe. it didn't make it true. 𝙫𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩, 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮. they were selfish, self-serving and. . . he doubted they had the capacity to do a favor for anyone if it didn't serve them in some way too. that was who they were now. that was what he had seen.

❝ right. ❞ vi cuts his drawl short, eyes boldly rolled & posture closed off as arms fold across his chest. he doesn't want to do this with them; a back & forth like this. nothing about their encounters were pleasant. and whose fault was that?

exasperation creeps in, tone of voice molded by the feeling. ❝ i gotta be honest, jinx. i'm not interested in a favor from you. ❞

who knew what that even entailed? nothing good, especially when their expression felt almost 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 to read. vi presses his lips together, gaze hardening further as he stares at them. as though he might be able to see what lays beneath. . . ( as though there might be something else to this whole thing ! )

the unavailing search provides nothing.

There is no overestimation of how much CAITLYN LOATHES THE ENTITY THAT IS JINX.

Her heart HAMMERS inside of her rib cage, like an animal trying to escape its chains. Caitlyn grasps at a fistful of her uniform, trying to pull her heart out of her chest to still it. GASPING BREATHS, a looming panic attack in the throes of unimaginable fury. 

❛ WORSE? ❜ Wrestling her gun off of its holster on her back, she lunges forward for Jinx’s shadow. Her gun SWINGS            &            misses. She tries again,             hitting             air.             There’s no fury containable in Caitlyn’s chest, making her fingers tremble. ❛ You would know about worse, wouldn’t you, unable to keep anyone you’ve ever loved alive. Ruining your relationship with your brother. Isolating yourself from your city! ❜

Standing hunched, panting breaths like an animal, her gun an extension of her body like a loose & dead limb, in trembling fingers. She cannot breathe. She is a fish out of water. & Jinx stands there, WATCHING.

Predator. Dog.  ❛ You, Jinx, are a bad omen, incapable of empathy. Vi was right in getting as far as he could away from you. It’s the only option with such a creature as yourself. ❜

crime themed sentence starters.

HE DOESN'T BELIEVE THEM! shoulders square, jaw tenses and vi can't help but bore holes into them with his stare. why would they continue to say such a damning ( DAMAGING! ) thing? was it some twisted enjoyment they felt in tearing him apart like this? the well of vi's jaw fills with bitterness. the muscles in his body draw tight. who was he to blame but himself though? at the end of the day it was him, him alone, the titular cause.

❝ pow, i - ❞ he... what? thought that he could change the outcome somehow? that all he had to do was... 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝? vi feels sick with the way his spine tingles, a sense of unease pervasively bleeding into every nerve in him. it was his fault. he knew that. he was the reason for this.

IT HURT THOUGH! IT HURT TOO MUCH TO ADMIT!

❝ it doesn't have to be like this, i swear to it. ❞ vi hesitates to close the distance growing between them. he doesn't deserve to. not after what he's done. or was it because he was really a coward? too scared to actually do anything at all. he could say anything he wanted but where were the actions to back it up?

vi steals himself but he cannot help the look his eyes betray. pity, sorrow. self-hatred and shame. ❝ i - promise, just let me help you. ❞

❝ i want to help you, i want to make it right. ❞ vi's body shifts, a half step forward. a thousand steps back.

the angered exclamation still rattles sharply within his skull, his denial still imbittered beneath his tongue. 𝙋𝙊𝙒𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿! & he just can't accept it. vi can feel the defeated slump of his shoulders even if he outright refuses to be honest with himself about it. even if he looks them in the eyes as he shakes his head ' no ' at the same damn time.

Caitlyn hears the ticking in her office before she fully realizes where it’s coming from. It’s like playing a child’s game of HIDE & SEEK, and Caitlyn is an unwilling participant who signed her name away eons ago from her involvement in Jinx’s family.

It feels like it takes an eternity to find the DAMNED CONTRAPTION—throwing her office into disarray, her cloak flapping behind her as she twists & turns. It’s one of its simplest bombs, a simple clapping monkey scarred in colorful dye. Caitlyn’s eyes bug out when she realizes it’s been ticking all day, waiting for some kind of RESPONSE FROM CAITLYN HERSELF.

She throws it out of her window, nearly shattering the lock in her urgency, and lets it explode into the Piltoverian blue sky, shedding debris to the depths below.

❛ Wretched toy, ❜ Caitlyn whispers, letting the cool air distract her from how SWEATY her palms are & how HOT her face feels. ❛ Daedalus if he was insane. ❜