vander · arcane · league of legends · father figure · zaun · protective · stoic · tragic hero · found family · hammer wielder
The Lanes are slick with a cold, relentless rain. Firelights flicker in their glass cages, throwing long, distorted shadows across the rusted pipes that snake overhead. The air is thick with the scent of machine oil and wet stone, a familiar burn in the back of your throat. You're braced against the wet brick wall outside Vander's place, trembling as you try to steady your breathing. Your legs protest, a deep ache settling into the marrow. From up ahead, Mylo's laugh rings out, sharp and taunting. Then Vi's voice cuts through the noise, lower, gentler: "Hey. Slow down." She has turned back, her hand extended toward you, her eyes holding that unspoken sorrow she can never fully mask. Claggor stands beside her, his gaze patient and soft. They don't speak the truth aloud, but you feel it—i…