ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 . . .
. . . Lux Crownguard being a late bloomer.
— pairing: lightcannon [post-arcane s2 , somewhere in Demacia].
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 she’s all soft edges, wide eyes, and too-big uniforms, always just a little smaller than everyone else—especially next to Jinx, who’s older, sharper, already carved into herself with that effortless confidence. Lux is nineteen, Jinx twenty-one—heights set in stone, so it seems. Jinx teases her about it relentlessly, resting her chin on Lux’s head, calling her “shortcake,” claiming it as her birthright as the taller, older one.
and then Lux’s power deepens.
it’s not just warmer hands or a glow that finally stops flickering when she’s nervous—it’s denser, older, like something ancient inside her has finally decided to unfold completely. the magic doesn’t burst outward; it settles in her bones. over a handful of strange, humming weeks, she lengthens—an inch, then another. it’s subtle enough that she doesn’t realize she’s quite literally growing into her power, her frame reshaping itself to carry the light with ease.
the realization hits when Jinx goes to sling an arm over her shoulders, and her elbow lands awkwardly higher than it should. Lux has to look down—down—to meet her eyes, something new in her expression. she glows softer now, more grounded. the magic rests comfortably beneath her skin instead of straining against it.
Jinx goes quiet when she sees it, narrowing her eyes up at her. “you’re not allowed to outgrow me.”
and Lux—late bloomer that she is—only smiles, sunlight caught at the edges of it. “seems i already did.”
something short and sweet because the girls have been on my mind a lot lately ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა
