[quick gift drabble for @askhextechjanna who is in this hell with me.]
Snowdown in Zaun meant the exchange of tokens as gifts. People would carefully promises onto scraps of paper or parchment, depending on what they could afford.
I will clean the lab. I will give you a massage for 30 mins. I will walk the dog. I will polish your augmented limbs.
The type varied but the intent behind it was always the same. 52 tokens, one for each week of the year, made for a present that would last the whole year long. Love and respect would be spread over the days, not all crammed into one day.
Piltover celebrated Snowdown different. Janna hovered high above the city and watched the merriment, children laughing and chasing each other, brightly colored hoods and hats standing out against the white snow. Caitlyn had a mug of hot cocoa and Vi was using her gauntlets to pack the snow into tight walls to create an igloo for children.
There was no sign of Jinx.
Janna stirred her cold fingers through the small tin with its torn pieces of paper.
i wILL go tO scHool. I WiLL nOT Hit hIM. I wiLL FInd uS dINner.
The printing was childish and clumsy, the capitalization erratic. Janna only allowed herself to look at the tokens on Snowdown Day itself.
One of them was written in red. Her fingers stretched it out, pinning it against the tin so her eyes could read the message her heart had never forgotten.
i wIlL LOVE yoU.
She should have cashed that one in. Maybe then things would have bee different.
Maybe then she wouldn’t be alone.