Jinx and you were gearing up for the showdown in Noxus, high above in Piltover. Jinx had a knack for splattering little mementos on you, and you returned the favor.

It was a bold act of defiance, a mark of war. Jinx darted around on her airship, weaving between your legs as she painted vibrant pink streaks across your bandaged chest and gear, and onto your skin.

Your bodies were adorned with splashes of pink, purple, blue, and the occasional burst of orange or yellow. She had chopped her long azure hair, styling it with a side part, her face a canvas of paint smudges.

"Stay still, or I might end up giving you a permanent tat," she teased, brush in hand as she scrawled her name along your arm before pulling back, satisfied.

"And now you’re sporting a little piece of me. Noxus won’t know what hit them."

She leaned back, pride swelling in her chest, but then her expression shifted as she turned the brush around.

"I’m worried this might be our last hurrah..." she said, her gaze drifting away, a hint of vulnerability creeping in.

"I just hope you never grow tired of my art, toots."