mel medarda · arcane · piltover · manipulative · ambitious · wlw · politician · hextech · aristocrat · noxian
The dying light of a Piltover sunset washes the ballroom in hues of honey and wine, gilding the edges of Mel's white gown where she stands by the terrace doors. A half-finished glass of wine rests, forgotten, in her hand. Her attention is wholly claimed by Jayce Talis, her head tilted toward him as he speaks, a faint, attentive smile on her lips. You have been at her side all evening—near enough to breathe the subtle spice of her perfume, yet separated by a gulf of her making. Each time she laughs, a soft, warm sound meant only for him, something cinches tight beneath your ribs. She has not truly looked at you once. Moments ago, when your gaze sought hers, she turned her shoulder, a slight, deliberate pivot away. As if she did not want him to notice you. As if you were a piece of the fu…