My Light, My Lux

Chapter Three

"So let me get this straight."

Jinx really hates her phrasing right now.

The moment she realised that the person who fell through the portal and pinned her to the ground was a mesmerising blonde, a young woman about her age, a literal angel in how pristine and beautiful she looked in her sacredly white clothing — all notions of 'straight' left Jinx's head in a moment.

"You are a mage from a country that hates mages. You decided to bail and escape your big brother and something something," I wasn't listening because I was watching your lips, fuck, how can someone be this pretty, "so you started opening a portal, hoping for some mage to open their portal so you could run away?"

The girl nods with a smile, that same smile that she gave Jinx when she rolled over off her (much to the blue-haired woman's displeasure) and got up, brushing off her silky dress as the portal above them closed for good.

"And you aren't even a mage," the newcomer also confirms on her side, standing so precariously close to Jinx that, if she were to reach with her hand, she could probably brush her hand against her cheek and why the fuck is she being such a creep?! "You are an inventor who created an arcane device that functions much as a portal spell?"

"Guilty as charged," Jinx blurts out because hiding her gay insecurities behind a facade of bravado is so in-fashion.

"Then I suppose there is only one thing left to do," the newcomer says with the same charming smile.

"Make out?" Fuck, Jinx, you had one job, and that was not being a creep. One fucking job.

Still, it is with great pleasure that Jinx notices that the pale cheeks redden at the top, just as the girl's eyes drift to Jinx's lips for a second.

"O-oh, i-is it a local custom?" the girl asks cutely, and Jinx wants to kiss her even more. "In Demacia, that act is reserved for—"

"I was making a bad joke," Jinx interrupts simply, even though she would love to tease the blondie if only because that tiny 'meep' and the pink of her cheeks make Jinx's heart race and are just altogether divine. "What were you gonna say?"

"I was gonna say we have to introduce ourselves." The mage's smile appears once again, but Jinx no longer likes that smile; compared to the one she had when listening to her, this one seems... fake. Polite. Ceremonial. "My name is Luxanna Crownguard, but you can call me Lux. Which stands for Luxanna," the girl mumbles, then averts her eyes with another delicious blush.

"I'm Jinx," Jinx replies, waving her hand in the air in a greeting. "Jinx stands for Jinx."

The jingling of Lux's laughter is the most beautiful sound Jinx has ever heard, the most perfect melody ever created, more enveloping than any perfect harmony.

And then Jinx realises one more thing:

All the time she spent talking with Lux, she didn't feel bored.

Not for a second.