(adj.) ━ To be created anew or newly invented
credit ━ my dearest @grotesquevi who is the one who designed the lovely border graphics !! (i attempted making a photo riv >.<)
tagging ━━ my darling @gloomycattoo
And from the destruction and ashes of what once was, she rose anew, like a phoenix starting its next cycle
━━━━ Jinx was good at building things, probably as good as she was in breaking things.
When Powder had destroyed the life she’d had in the Lanes, Jinx was what rose from the ashes and embers, baptised in the fire and destruction that had brought her previously peaceful life to its untimely demise.
Jinx was built with all the pieces that had caused Powder to fracture, embracing the sharp edges and chaos as part of her new identity, perhaps to punish herself by clinging to the mistakes that had tore her family from her.
And now Jinx was gone. Presumed dead by Piltover and Zaun. A chance for a fresh start.
So it was time to craft a new identity, but this time, she’d keep the forename ‘Jinx’ the malicious nickname that she’d claimed and moulded with her own bloodstained hands until it was something she could claim as completely her own.
‘Powder’ would be added in the middle, to honour the name she was brought into the world with, a tribute to her families, both biological and found.
‘Lane’ would be the final addition to the trio, to remind her of her roots, the Lanes in Zaun where she had sprouted and flourished.
Also because last names in Zaun were usually where the zaunite in question had grown up, since true last names had long since been lost to time when piltover lost interest in keeping a register or every zaunite who was born, survived and reproduced. In the end they had been reduced to the name of the district they resided in. A barcode, if you will.
She also wanted to have the same last name as you, sure, she could have come up with some extravagant last name to spite the hierarchy that had deprived her of a real one…
But the idea of sharing a last name with you…
The idea of people thinking that it was because you were both bound to each other, through life, death and endless possibilities.
Well, you both were definitely destined to always be each other’s, she was sure of that much. And she supposed that the idea caused a warmth to settle in the deep fissures and crevices of her fractured heart.
And so she’d mould this version of herself around the one thing that helped her move forward, the reason she had the courage to keep going after leaving Zaun. You, the love of her life.
Somehow, through all the destruction and despair she’d experienced during her life, no matter what, you always seemed to be a constant. Since the day she had met you, during your teens, up until now.
Despite the tragedy that clung to her like a second skin, you seemed to be the exception.
If the tragedies in Jinx's life were personified as a storm that was doing its best to decimate the wooden boat, her life, which refused to sink into the deep and be forgotten, then you were the North Star, her beacon in the dark, guiding her to safety and home.
Even if you were physically apart from each other, she knew you were always with her, just as the stars were always in the sky even when they are overshadowed by the sun’s blazing light, she’d always make her way back to you.
Your love knew no bounds, and in the early stages of your relationship, it shocked her to her core, she knew what you could gain from being the object of her affections. Yet as she further observed your behaviours and as your romance blossomed, she learned that you just loved her for her, that it had nothing to do with Silco, her notoriety or anything else. Nothing could further cement this thought than when she had faked her ‘death’ and asked you to leave behind everything you ever knew for a new start. A new start with her, of all people.
She feels your love. Feels how it seeps into the rough, jagged cracks and crevices of her heart and fills them until the deformities are no longer ugly, but something she proudly wishes to show off. She feels your love permeate through her skin, combining with the very blood (and shimmer) that pumps through her veins to keep her body alive.There is nothing more that Jinx would want than to drown in your love, to be surrounded by it until it consumes her very being so that she would know nothing apart from your love.
If it were possible, she’d gladly meld her consciousness to yours, to be completely tethered to you, to be one with you. Feel you around her, inside her, to be inside you.
Jinx wants nothing more than to melt into your body, for her consciousness and soul to pass through your skin and fuse to your heart and brain so she could feel you, all of you.
The way your heart pumps your blood around your body and to your brain. Janna if jinx could live inside your brain and become one being with you she would.
But as much as she craved those things, she would definitely miss being able to touch you, to feel the shape of you against her, to trace your unique features and kiss the body that could only be yours. To kiss every part of you that made you, you.
Jinx wasn’t sure how she’d ever survive being robbed of the chance to feel you against her, to not be able to touch you, see you, smell you or hear you. To not be able to worship you would be a sin that she would never be able to let herself repent for.
And so, the new version of herself, ‘Jinx Powder Lane’ would hold all the things that she loved most and keep them together while she moulded the new identity around your love for her.
She promised herself that this one, this creation, would be the best thing she’d ever make and it would only know love. Your love, specifically.
The core of this new version of her would be you.
And when dusk turned to dawn, the novitious ‘Jinx’ took her first breath.
this took way to long to be posted man >:[ hope you all enjoy !!
BONUS: art by @ne0nspr1te with a tiny bit inspired by this !!GO SHOW SOME LOVE ITS SO CUTE <33