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She wasn’t sure where she was.
She was surrounded by white. No walls, no floor, no ceiling, just white.
She could feel no ground beneath her feet, no wind nor air against her bare skin, smell nothing, taste nothing, hear not even her own breathing.
Why was she naked? It didn’t really matter that she was, she wasn’t cold. She wasn’t hot, either. Did temperature exist here?
She should be embarrassed at being naked, but even the voices in her head weren’t here.
The voices in her head were always too noisy. It was quiet here. She liked it a lot.
There was another person in front of her, she didn't know who it was or how far away they were.
She started to walk towards them.
As she got closer, they became a he.
She knew she should start to feel embarrassed now, but still she didn’t.
She continued walking towards him.
Eventually - Was she waiting for a clock to chime? Could a clock chime in this place? - she was able to see him better.
Piltie paper white hair was shaved short on the sides of his head - she presumed on the back too - on the top, however, it was in dreadlocks that reached over to the left of his head. Some of them had what looked like drilled-through bullet cartridges on them, and the front-most one was engraved with a symbol that looked a lot like an empty hourglass. His eyebrows - she imagined them looking like her own if he were to be angered - were quite straight, only gently arching over his eyes. Dark brown eyes. Eyes that looked incredibly gentle, despite feeling like they’ve seen more than they deserved to. His nose was broad, almost matching the painted design covering it. He had wide lips, with a larger lower lip, and she thought that they’d feel nice pressed against her nose, which is a strange thought even among all this strangeness. His dark skin, reminding her of chocolate she’s seen in shop windows top-side, made the paint on his forehead down to his nose stand out. It was an hourglass, full unlike the empty one among his dreadlocks.
She only got a glimpse at the body below his neck, revealing to her that he was also naked, but she still didn’t feel embarrassed. It was like everything was fine to show to him.
Unfortunately she didn’t get to investigate his body further before the two of them were close, just a few steps away. But crazily enough, they just kept on walking towards each other.
When they did stop, it was because they were in each other's way. But they didn’t get mad at each other, because they couldn’t be mad over something they both wanted. Standing in front of one another.
Muscle to muscle and toe to toe.
Her blank senses were suddenly smashed with information.
The heat of this mysterious man, like the warmth of the sun. The beats of his heart against her body, like it was competing against her own. His lean but strong torso against hers, a safe place. She could taste his mouth in her own, like they were kissing. The gentleness of his lips enveloping her own. She could smell grease, grass, and a million other things that all felt like they belonged to him. She could hear the way he’d sound when they were intimate, husky breaths and quiet grunts, tender questions and soft ‘beautiful’s.
She felt intense love for this mysterious man, and she didn’t want to leave him in this endless, lonely place.
She saw that same love in his eyes, and felt fear.
She was going to ruin him. She ruined everything.
She turned around soundlessly, because sound wasn’t allowed in this place.
Without his touch, it hurt to be in this place, emptier than before she made contact with him.
She didn’t think time existed here, because even when she’d taken that first step it felt like forever had passed, but she was sure space must’ve existed.
She was sure because she knew that if she turned around now, she’d see nothing more than a silhouette of the man she loved.
Jinx found herself surrounded in the darkness of the night.
She was in the room of Ekko, her childhood friend turned enemy, and her longtime-crush, though that had only been recognised after her bombing of the Piltover council.
She was leaning over him, inspecting him like it was some kind of silly Piltie-school uniform inspection.
She must’ve sleep-walked from her secret base to his house, climbing up the building it was on top of, and through his window. Chiding herself, Jinx made a mental note to chain herself down the next time she slept, and started to climb out of the window she came in through.
“Please don’t go!” Ekko shouted, sitting up abruptly. Jinx stopped moving, her heart starting to beat quickly.
She watched as he started to recognise where he was, like she did earlier. Not that she remembered any of the dream. Eventually he turned to face her, and the darkness kept his expression hidden as he spoke again.
“Please don’t go.”
His voice was pained. It hurt to hear him like this.
Jinx stepped down from the windowsill, turning to face him wordlessly.
The fear has gripped me, but here I go.
She nodded.
Sitting down on his bed, she removed her boots, not taking long due to being worn, and because the laces weren’t done up.
Turning around, Jinx wrapped her arms around Ekko’s shoulders, pushing him back down into his bed. She pulled the covers over herself, and pressed her face into the crook of his neck.
It felt right to lay like this with him.
“Move over, idiot. I’m about to fall here.” She said eventually, making up an excuse to move closer to him.
He listened to her request, and for the first time in years, Jinx fell asleep with a smile on her face.