The polluted air in the undercity felt like a thin layer of slime lined the insides of her lungs. A normally unnoticed sensation but always present whether one considered it or not. Zaun had always been a cesspool of filth while industrial mines and poorly designed infrastructure preserved a bubble of toxin that hung over it's streets like it's own personal atmosphere. Add a burlap sack over her head and breathing was downright awful.
But the Firelights really wanted to keep their hideout a secret huh?
She tried to memorize their movements, noting distinct sounds and turns in their journey from the bridge of progress but the voices and illusions in her head weren't always the best at maintaining a coherent grip on reality. All she could rely on were the small dots of color that seeped in through little holes in the sack and even then, she wouldn't call that much help. As soon as they went into metal tunnels, all she could see was darkness.
She knew they arrived when the group stopped for the longest period of time since leaving. A flurry of knocks against metal had given her the understanding that a door was blocking their path. Darkness from the tunnels they traveled shifted into brighter color as the screech of a thick vault entrance opened. A breath of cool wind soothed her throat as she inhaled. It was much lighter than expected too.
Where exactly was this place? In all her time living in the undercity, never once had she savored such a fresh taste of air.
Suddenly, the world was alive. While her escorting group had been completely silent aside from hushed whispers of personal conversations, the lively squeals of children, nature, and construction tickled her ears. It was a stark contrast to the usual sounds of drunkards fighting, blood pumping music, and pleas of addicts that she was used to.
"We'll keep her up there." She heard Ekko comment to the group and she was carried up winding stairs that scaled far higher than she would have guessed.
The higher they climbed, the more confused she became. And then they entered a dark room with very little light. It sounded less natural and more industrial than the rest of the environment she'd passed. The low hum of pipes and whatever they carried within laid a consistent white noise over the space.
They removed her from the many leather straps that held her down and began cuffing her with metal braces attached to chains to keep her anchored around metal beams. It meant she could move in a radius around the anchor point and her wrists were separated more with plenty of distance to move her arms. However, her ankles only allowed for the tiniest shuffle. She groaned. Better than before, but still sucked.
The silence that held an incredible weight of seriousness was also killing her slowly.
"So," Her muffled voice started, "When you said one month, does that start today? Cus' that's technically twenty-nine and a half days which seems totally unfair."
Her bait for conversation went unanswered.
"Anyone?"
Still nothing. But she knew they were there.
"Also this whole, 'Get well soon' program ... does that start with games? Cards? I call first deal but someone's gotta spot me some money."
"We're not here to play games, Jinx."
Ah! Caitlyn. If there was ever a time she actually wanted to hear her voice it was now. What has the world come to? She was actually bouncing in her seat at the chance to talk to her sister's girlfriend.
"Why not? Games tell a lot about someone." She smiled coyly behind the bag over her head, "How smart are they? How loyal? Do they cheat...Steal?"
As the final word passed her lips her tone lowered menacingly. Pink eyes glaring at the brown fabric that covered them but directed exactly towards Caitlyn's voice. That's what she did right? She stole her sister from her? The thieving top-sider who couldn't possibly understand how much damage she had caused?
The combative emotion was forgotten the moment the bag was lifted from over her head. It was all irrelevant now anyway. She wasn't the same needy little sister that feared abandonment. No. No! That would mean she was weak and that couldn't be farther from the truth.
The first person that greeted her vision was Vi, looking at her with a mixture of regret and some other gooey, icky emotion that irritated her to no end. To her sister's right, Caitlyn stood with a much more pensive look and lastly she saw the boy king himself leaning against the door frame.
She was right about the metal pipes too. The space was filled with them shooting up from the floor and lining the ceiling. Their big bad prison was pretty shabby if you asked her. Now she really wanted to go back to her cell in the council tower. At least they had blankets.
"We can't keep her locked up like this." Vi murmured loud enough for the room to hear.
"I said, 'restrained at all times'." Ekko replied.
"I know. It's just," Her sister cast her eyes downwards and took a breath, "Can't we come up with a better way than to chain her down? How is she supposed to feel safe if-."
A sigh from the Firelight's leader cut her off. "The professor and I have been working on something. I'll...see what I can do. But she stays locked up for now."
"Thanks Little Man." Vi offered him the faintest smile.
Ekko didn't say anything as he nodded and turned to go outside. It was silent in the room once more and she glanced between her older sister and the violet-haired woman that remained. Caitlyn's gaze was on Vi, and when she walked closer, she reached a palm out to rest on the red jacket sleeve.
The sight had her clenching her teeth. It was like the bitch was trying to flaunt their relationship in her face.
"You want me to stay?"
Vi shook her head and offered a sad smile. The attraction she saw in those eyes was making her sick to her stomach. The wild mix of emotions that were so muddled together in her heart had sunk to her gut and forced her to stretch and shake her limbs lest the dizziness of it all make her head pound harder.
"Nah Cupcake, I got this."
Caitlyn nodded "Okay, I'll be right outside if you need me." and Jinx realized there was a conversation that occurred without her knowledge. She was in the dark. Left to wonder what the next few moments would bring. Her eyes darted between Vi as she came closer and Caitlyn who was walking away. What did Vi want? Realization struck her.
Oh...Great. She wanted a little heart to heart. That went so well last time didn't it?
"Powder, I-." Lips shut tightly and eyes clenched in thought, her sister didn't even know what to say. Where to start?
"I'm not-. I mean you're not-. Damnit." Vi swore under her breath and began pacing back and forth in front of her. It was all so exhausting. The bumbling words kept coming, kept restarting as if Vi thought she was a fragile piece of glass that would shatter the moment a single truth was uttered. Her brow furrowed in frustration.
"Let me go first." She cut in and her sister's eyes widened, considered the request, and then nodded.
Good. She already knew what she wanted to say.
Jinx smiled. She truly smiled and offered the most sincere look she could possibly give her big older sibling. This was the first moment they've had solely to themselves and there was no way she was gonna waste it. With bright, shining emotions in her pink eyes she felt her throat prepare her words, wrapping them with a fresh coat of happiness. She loved the truth and the truth was...
"I hate you."
Frozen. Frozen in utter shock was the best way to describe Vi. Her eyes wide and mouth parted with nothing to say. The elation she felt in her chest filled her with excitement while she betrayed the smile on her face. Bet you didn't expect this huh sis?
"I hate you." She repeated, and the pain in her sister's eyes was clear as day. Did it hurt? Did her words really, truly hurt? She hoped it did, but even then it wouldn't be enough. It would never be enough to match what she felt inside. But it felt so good to watch the one person who claimed to love her break. She would prove that it was impossible to love her.
"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."
Her once cheery voice cracked and broke with each sentence. Her whole world was spiraling into a darker and darker hell as everything around them faded out of existence. There was a fine line between hurting her sister and revealing too much. She was losing herself. There was so much to say but she just couldn't find the words.
Despite all the dark resentment that fueled her and gave her strength to destroy what she once held dear, she still found her throat aching. Her eyes stung with unshed tears and she fought to ensure they would never fall. She would NOT cry. But Jinx kept going and going, stuck and unable to stop repeating herself, unable to silence the sheer devastation that entangled itself in her voice and coated her words with her agony.
Stop it! Stop it! Say something else! There's more to say! You're not this weak ! It was like she was losing her own game that she decided to play.
Her teeth gnashed in her mouth like some sort of beast. Rage was the only emotion she could feel for herself and even then it wasn't helping. She had opened a bit inside to play a cruel game with the pink haired woman, and now her carefully locked away feelings were wrenched open and flooding out uncontrollably.
Vi rushed forward. Her muscled body slammed into Jinx's own smaller frame and wrapped her arms as tightly as she could. Any tighter and she wouldn't be able to breathe.
"I hate you." Her voice was completely muffled by the red leather pressed against her.
"I'm here."
The first words Vi spoke and all they did was amplify her seething anger. Who the fuck cared? Not her...Not her! No. It was too late for that. She needed Vi years ago. Her eyes widened at the sentence that ran through her head. No. That wasn't right either. She didn't need Vi at all. Spending all this time in her presence must have twisted something in her mind because only Powder needed Violet and that child was gone. Dead.
Her next move was difficult due to her restraints and her sister's unrelenting embrace but she managed to squeeze her arms under the hold and blasted her fist right into hardened abs. She heard the gasp of pain. It echoed right next to her ear.
So she did it again.
Another gasp and Vi's legs wobbled as her body hunched over to catch some of the air that had been forcibly pushed from her lungs. Even still, the bandaged arms never once broke their tight hold on around her. When her sister's knees lowered to rest on the wooden floor, she was dragged along with her.
"I won't leave you. I'm not gonna run away."
Liar! Liar! Liar! Memories of her abandonment played through her mind as she started to thrash her limbs in an attempt to escape. You left me. You always leave me! I saw you on the bridge that night and you turned your back on me. Tell me the truth. Tell me you don't want me!
Her thoughts screamed through her skull so loudly it silenced everything else in the world including Mylo. She was slipping. Forgetting herself as her struggle continued. She would NOT let her sister do this to her.
She pounced and tackled Vi, pining the woman beneath her while her chains rattled at the constant movement. The attack had Vi's embrace loosen just a bit and she saw an opening, so she took it.
Her fist connected with Violet's unguarded cheekbone and she watched her sister's face snap to the side with the force of it.
A hearty, malevolent chuckle tumbled from mouth as she smiled. Come on sis. Hit me back. Just like that night. I know you want to. Hit me! HIT ME!
Pink eyes stared at the woman beneath her. She was shaking the dizziness of the attack from her mind and those light blue eyes of hers were staring up at her with nothing but acceptance. Jinx bit her lip as it started to wobble uncontrollably and her sister went completely loose. The tight embrace that once suffocated her shifted into open, vulnerable arms.
She straddled Vi beneath her and the woman relaxed to show nothing but her unguarded body.
"I won't stop you." Vi whispered encouragingly with the light nod of her head. "You can keep going. I deserve it."
Her eyes clenched shut and her entire body hunched over to rest her forehead on her sibling's collarbone. Those words were disgusting. Weak. All her life she'd been told by her sister, by Silco, to fight for herself and prove her strength, but here she was...too tired to keep going.
The warmth of Violet's body was becoming more noticeable. As her panting, exhausted breaths became steadier and steadier she could only wonder how her life had been so broken. How nothing ever went right. She just wanted to feel right again.
Just...one.
The thought provoked her mind with an enchanting, alluring suggestion. She wasn't weak. She wasn't! But just one. She could afford herself just one right? Then she'd go right back to forgetting it even happened. Her arms lifted, pink eyes staring directly at Vi's torso as she reasoned with herself that this was okay. She reached out, prepared to wrap her arms around the woman in a single hug. It would be quick. Just a few seconds was all she needed.
She only got halfway before the chain linking her wrists dug into her sister's chest and prevented her from going farther.
Incomplete…She froze as she realized it.
Her mouth opened while a scream of frustration tore through her throat with everything she had. She wrenched her arms away and pulled her body upright, no longer leaning on the body below. Her head lulled back so she could stare absently at the ceiling above her. Lips pulled into a thin, crooked smile.
She should have known better. Now she felt even more empty.
It didn't take long for Piltover's finest little cadet to rush into the room at the sound of her frustrated scream from before. Of course, sharp blue eyes were back to glaring at her once she saw that Vi had been bruised and bleeding on her cheek. Good. That's how it's supposed to be. All this lovey-dovey shit was clouding her judgement.
She watched Caitlyn help her sister to her feet and with a single glance that told her she would return, Vi was escorted out of the room. Finally…
Wait. Damnit. There was nobody here to entertain her. Nobody to talk to. A scurrying form raced across her vision, sticking to the shadows of the cell room. Nevermind. She shouldn't have forgotten that she's never really alone.
She stared into those beady, glowing white eyes of Mylo's corpse.
"She's weaker than I remember." She told him, "Can't even throw a punch."
She giggled at the statement. Her laughter fueled her return to a more tolerable state of mind. His spiky hair bobbed up and down as he spoke back to her in screeching, incoherent strings of words. But that was the thing, she understood him anyway.
"I did NOT lose it." She growled in response, "I taught her a lesson."
Before he could reply the door opened and with the light that entered the room, his ghostly figure dispersed into wisps of imaginary smoke. Oh wonderful. Caitlyn's back.
The sound of her boots against the wooden floor made deep thumping sounds as she walked closer. It was almost intimidating, especially with that critical stare in those eyes of hers that remained locked on her chained form.
"So I'd say that the first session went well." Jinx teased with a smile and twisted her next words with sarcasm, "I feel better already. We don't even need a month. Tell Ekko I'm good to go!"
Caitlyn didn't reply. Which wasn't entirely unexpected, but when the woman fiddled with the chains that anchored her to the pipes, her brow tilted in confusion. What? Was she seriously being let go already?
She watched the violet-haired girl grab the end of her chains and started to head towards the door.
"C'mon. We're going to get you cleaned up."
Pink eyes widened. She can't be serious. Nevermind the conflicted feelings that bubbled in her chest at the thought of being dragged on a chain like a pet, but really? Get cleaned up? She tilted her nose downwards and gave herself a quick sniff.
"Do I smell that bad?"
"C'mon." The top-sider repeated.
She had half a mind to make a break for it the second she got outside the room. Caitlyn wouldn't be able to hold her, she knew that for a fact, but when she got her first glance of the Firelight's hideout she realized how difficult an escape might be.
There was so much green! Her head twisted with her jaw open to just stare at all the pretty colors that were so uncommon in the undercity. The stone walls that lined the encampment stretched high into the sky and all around, platforms of buildings and rooms hung on them and looked like they were floating.
The biggest shock were the leaves that filtered the sunlight. A tree...in Zaun? Were they really in her hometown?
A tug at her chains reminded her that she was a prisoner in this wondrous place and she suddenly had the urge to blow it all to bits. Burning leaves, plumes of smoke, rubble to cover the grass below, she sighed in bliss at the thought. It would be so beautiful.
There were more people than she imagined too. Children, the elderly, creatures of different races. She thought the Firelights were a rag-tag group of outcasts but this was more like a community. She tried to stare down each person that passed her but none of them returned eye contact.
When they finally arrived at what seemed to be a bathhouse, she felt a shiver of nerves run through her spine. It wasn't that she was nervous. No, why would she be? Just...was this really necessary?
The entire complex was empty, with a few shower heads, porcelain tiles, and raised boxes to bathe in. Her eyes peeked over to the other woman beside her, who seemed to be more interested in fishing out a key from her pocket.
"I'm gonna unlock you so you can undress, but they go back on right after."
Her eyes glanced from the key in hand to Caitlyn's face then back to the key. She extended her wrists and played along. The moment her cuffs came off she was getting out of here. It was an easy decision.
"Ekko and a few others are keeping watch outside." The words intercepted her thoughts and she wondered if the top-sider could read her mind.
Damnit.
"So what, you wanna sneak a peek at your girlfriend's sister?" She grinned as the bindings on her wrists came off. "Naughty naughty." She taunted while her eyelids curved upwards.
For once, some actual emotion shined through blue eyes and she saw Caitlyn's cheeks turn bright red in embarrassment.
"N-no of course not!" She vehemently denied, "I would never!"
"That's what you say buuut…"
Caitlyn straightened and gathered herself. It looked too much like a soldier standing at attention. Emotion swept off her pretty face while a cough cleared her throat.
"We all agreed that I should be the one to assist you. You and Vi need some...distance after what just happened."
Yup. She believed it. Vi always thought distance was something she'd want. Stupid stupid sister.
"I can get another Firelight to help you if you'd like?"
She shook her head. There was no point. If anything, she wanted Caitlyn here. It would give her a chance to poke and prod for information. There were so many blanks when it came to Caitlyn and Vi. Of course, her sister would be useless in answering her questions but Caitlyn...Oh the poor girl really wore her emotions on her sleeve. She intended to take advantage.
In her thoughts, she failed to notice all her chains and cuffs had been removed. She glanced once at Caitlyn and the girl's eyes widened before she turned around. She shuffled to take her boots off first but the ends touched the metal chains on the ground and she paused.
Chains. Back turned. Unguarded. It was all making sense in her mind. She crouched to fiddle with her laces before pale fingers touched the cool metal on the floor.
Fuck.
She couldn't do it. It didn't feel right. Yeah! It just wasn't the right time. There were people that would notice. That's it! There was a long con at play here and she needed to remember it.
When her feet touched the porcelain tiles she sighed at the fresh feeling, like the sensitive skin could finally breathe. She hastily shuffled her rugged pants off her legs and threw her top into the air. The remaining underwear was slowly tugged at the waist band until the fabric slid down her exposed legs.
"There." she confirmed.
Undressed. Naked. Now let's get on with it.
Being in this state really didn't bother her. She was used to ghostly eyes watching her at all times, that included more private moments. But something about her hardly knowing the woman in the same room as her was making her foot tap impatiently. She wasn't nervous or embarrassed. She had no reason to be!
She watched the privileged officer as she too unbuttoned her uniform and began to strip down. It wasn't like she was seeing anything that she hadn't seen before. But her memories of that night were clouded in the violent fury from the shimmer that swam through her veins. The memory had the clarity of fog in her mind. Her brow twitched in irritation though as she couldn't help but glance down at herself and compare their bodies.
Caitlyn was tall, toned, as if she were sculpted by a master artisan. Thin muscle that accentuated her tanned form was starkly contrasted to her thin, borderline sickly colored skin. Cait had curves, soft and beautiful in all the right places and she understood why Violet would find attraction there. She frowned. This was like comparing a girl to a woman. In every comparison she came up short. Too thin, too small, too flat. Her teeth grinded in her mouth.
When Caitlyn turned and they both faced each other, her eyes stared down the top-sider with intensity.
Look at me. Show me what you think in those eyes of yours. When she saw nothing but a blank, emotionless face she couldn't help but feel disappointment. She knew Caitlyn would do her best to remain professional, but it still left her with questions. Was she not worth looking at? Was she not...pretty?
Within a few moments, her cuffs and chains were back on her body and she took a seat on a small wooden stool nearby. With her back turned to Caitlyn, she listened to the sound of hot water being pumped through metal pipes and sprayed outwards.
Maybe she was a little dirty. Her eyes trailed the many splotches of blood and grime that stained her pale skin. She didn't flinch when she felt the soft material of a warm rag brushing her back. It felt nice. Not that she'd tell Caitlyn. She should treat it like the woman was her servant. Yes! That made it more fun. A noble woman reduced to a poor, classless servant. It was a wonderful fantasy. She closed her eyes to revel in it.
"I'm disappointed in you." The words made her frown. She was just starting to enjoy the bath. "Sisters shouldn't hurt each other."
She laughed out loud because that was so damn hilarious.
"She started it." A fit of chuckles had her shoulders twitching. She doubted Vi had told her about what she'd done back then. How she abandoned her.
"I can tell she cares about you, Jinx."
The conversation was thought provoking, distracting her as the rag began to run up the underside of her arms and she lifted them automatically in response. How could Caitlyn say that? It was a lie! So obviously a lie!
"She can't even say my name." When she heard her own voice crack she straightened her body and focused on her resolve. Just a slip of emotion. She had it under control.
"Give her time."
She hated those words. Hated how soft and caring Caitlyn sounded. Like she actually wanted them to reconnect as sisters. What a bunch of shit. The image of a devilish smile on the officer's lips had her clutching the sides of her head and groaning. What was real? What was a lie? She hated the confusion that made her dizzy. Her body and mind worked against each other and she felt her nails dig deeper into her head at the sensation.
Deep, deep pain was pricked as her nails furiously twitched on the sides of her temples. Her own eyes staring widely at the tiles below. She scratched more and more. The pain felt good, felt right. It stung more with each passing second.
Suddenly smooth fingers brushed her own and she stopped clawing into her own scalp. It was just a touch, so faint it was almost dismissable. In fact, she was certain that Caitlyn hadn't meant to touch her because in the next moment the woman gathered blue hair in her hands and undid her braids. She was just reaching for her hair. She didn't...didn't what? What was she so startled by? Touch?
"So," She tried, anything to distract herself from the war in head, "How long have you and her been together?"
The fingers that were threading through her hair paused for a brief second before continuing to brush through blue strands.
"We're not together."
She rolled her eyes. Either the woman thought she was a fool or she had some serious issues. The sexual tension she felt between her sister and the top-sider was so suffocatingly obvious. Was she embarrassed?
"Fine. How long have you known her then?"
She forgot about her question for a moment when soapy hands coated her hair and those long, manicured nails scratched gently at her head. Her vision wavered as the feeling melted the tension in her muscles. Oh now this felt good. Much appreciated my servant!
"Hmmm." Caitlyn pondered while her magic hands continued their massage. "I believe it's been a week."
Her relaxed eyes shot open, staring straight ahead. The waves of nausea and confusion rippled through her body. A week? A week. Was she serious? Another lie? The words didn't seem like lies. Or was this all a game to Caitlyn? All one elaborate trick to break her down into the dirt everyone thought she was?
"Oh."
She didn't give any emotion away, no sudden spasm or movement from her body. No anger, no sadness. She just said it. She didn't know what to feel, except that she knew something in her snapped.
She just wasn't sure what that something was.
Her legs dangled over the edge of the wooden platform that she found herself on. High up in the Firelight's hideout she was granted an hour of peace with herself. It was Vi who advocated for it. Oh yes, surely an hour to herself, still chained to the wall behind her would make her feel less like a prisoner.
She had to admit though, it was needed. The stuffy, hot metal room they kept her in was suffocating in it's own way. She almost felt like she needed another bath after she started sweating in that cell. Pale hands reached out to grip the iron railing that sat in front of her and she peered down at all the lights and distance chatter that were below.
Her eyes caught the form of her sister and Caitlyn watching children play some sort of game as they rested on each other's shoulders. She could see Vi whisper something into the woman's ear. She watched the hand come up and cover her mouth as the top-sider laughed with manners. She clenched her palms around the railing harder.
A week.
She laughed.
A week.
More laughter as she started to lose herself in the feeling. It was so funny! So funny! Her belly strained and hurt as she continued to shake and giggle. The open air was filled with her merriment. Mylo leaned right over her shoulder and screeched alongside her. She laughed even harder. It brought faint tears to the corners of her eyes and her body spasmed with hardly any control.
"A week!" She shouted and the corners of her lips were starting to hurt. "Can you believe it?!"
She paused to check her surroundings, wondering if there was another person she could share the information with. It was funny right? If someone else heard it they would laugh too, right? The only person she saw was Ekko, perched off in the distance and leaning against the giant tree trunk of the hideout. He was far away, but she could tell he was watching her, he could maybe hear her too.
Her mood soured immediately. He wouldn't get it.
The pitter-patter of something else caught her attention and she checked behind her shoulder to see someone approaching her from the stairs. The first thing she saw was wild hair sticking straight up before the figure came further into view.
"Ding Dong." She greeted with a smile, she didn't remember his name, but it was something silly like that.
"Ahem. Heimerdinger." He corrected.
She shrugged nonchalantly. He was cute, cuddly. She imagined him as if he were one of her many stuffed animals. She missed them.
"What brings you up here?" She asked.
"Well, curiosity of course. I heard you laughing all the way from my laboratory."
She smiled and shook her head. He wouldn't get it either. It was an inside joke at this point. Only funny to her. But strangely the company was nice. Vi still didn't understand that the last thing she wanted was to be alone.
"You came up here to see me? Don't you know who I am?"
His bright blue eyes seemed to drift off, there was sadness in his pupils, but not pity. At least, if there was, she didn't recognize it.
"Regretfully, I do. We've all been told of your...situation."
Ah. That also explained why nobody here would look at her. Good. When she finally burnt this place to the ground and made a beautiful fireworks show for the city to see, it just meant none of them would return to haunt her. There were those thoughts again. That ambition for violence. The proof that she was a Jinx.
"They think they can change me." She growled as she returned her eyes to Caitlyn and Vi. They'd joined the kids in their game and the smiles on their faces put a scowl on hers.
"Impossible." The yordle commented.
Amazing. Someone was actually smart enough to understand.
"Nobody changes another. Only the individual has that strength."
What? Her brow furrowed and she glanced back towards the man who had now taken steps to approach the railing by her side. His eyes cast outwards towards the many faces below and his moustache ruffled as he spoke.
"I've seen much over my lifetime. Civilizations rise and fall." There was a wistfulness in his gaze that held her attention, "We all grow accustomed to the past, think it defines us. I too was unwilling to change. It wasn't until I came here that I was able to see how stagnant I had become, unwilling to consider possibilities beyond my imagination. But no-one could have led me to that conclusion other than myself."
"All I do is hurt things around me." It was a moment of vulnerability that she would never have shown her sister. "I'm a Jinx."
He turned to her and his gaze connected with her own.
"Perhaps you need to stop living in the past, my dear."
She sighed. She didn't sign up for another lecture. However, something about his words meant something. But so much of who she is, so much of who she wants to be...can she give it all up? How much of her would be left?
She leaned over to rest her elbow on top of Heimerdinger's head. He was soft and the perfect height to do so as she rested her cheek in the crook of her arm. It filled the void of her stuffed animals that she missed so much and she just wanted to rest.
"Oh!" He reacted surprised before closing his eyes and releasing a humming laughter, "Hmhmhmhm."
She smiled. This yordle was quirky and strange...but he was alright.