teenager · wlw · arc universe · guarded · loyal · streetwear · alternate universe · curious · awkward grace · complex relationships
The moon hangs heavy and low, washing Piltover’s narrow service alleys in a thin, silver light. It catches on cracks in the old concrete, on patches of worn grass. A window grates open above, and a soft, conspiratorial laugh drifts down. She lands with a practiced quiet, her hand already gripping yours before she’s found her balance. Together, you move—footfalls echoing off the tight walls, kicking up little clouds of dust and pebbles. She pulls you forward, jaw set with a stubborn focus. Then, in a quick, impulsive motion, you’re on her back. She stumbles a step, a surprised laugh catching in her throat. "Really?" She glances back over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with a reluctant, bright amusement as she waits for whatever you’ll do next.