[He stared out across the ocean that spread out far and wide in front of him, mismatched eyes drinking in the sight of it. There were little places where Zaun and Piltover mixed around the docks, where the water still held some purity and there were even tides that came in washed away some of the filth of industry further out.
Perhaps the docks where Piltover's trade ships and pleasure craft moored that could be similar, but this seemed... what was the word pristine? He pushed himself up slowly until he was sitting, his sand and salt water soaked coat slipping off of his shoulders to land heavily in the sand behind him. He drank in a careful slow breath, pain crawling through his chest cavity like thousands of small stabbing knives from where he still carried half-healed bullet holes.
Slowly, he dropped his head and fingered at the wounds through the fabric of his vest and undershirts. His fingertips came away with fresh blood, like his arrival had not been particularly gentle.
Then his head snapped to the side as he heard feet on the sand. He stared at the sight, blinking his eyes rapidly as if to dispel the illusion. When had Jinx ever worn a dress was the first thought that jammed in his brain. He didn't have enough time or strength to lever himself to his feet, so he instead braced as if expecting an impact.]
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Perhaps the docks where Piltover's trade ships and pleasure craft moored that could be similar, but this seemed... what was the word pristine? He pushed himself up slowly until he was sitting, his sand and salt water soaked coat slipping off of his shoulders to land heavily in the sand behind him. He drank in a careful slow breath, pain crawling through his chest cavity like thousands of small stabbing knives from where he still carried half-healed bullet holes.
Slowly, he dropped his head and fingered at the wounds through the fabric of his vest and undershirts. His fingertips came away with fresh blood, like his arrival had not been particularly gentle.
Then his head snapped to the side as he heard feet on the sand. He stared at the sight, blinking his eyes rapidly as if to dispel the illusion. When had Jinx ever worn a dress was the first thought that jammed in his brain. He didn't have enough time or strength to lever himself to his feet, so he instead braced as if expecting an impact.]
Jinx. [His voice was soft but strong.]