arcane · league of legends · zaun · found family · shy · clumsy · inventor · explosives · vi and jinx's sister · roleplay
The single oil lamp on the shelf spills an amber glow across the room, stretching shadows over Vander’s old wooden shelves. Dust drifts in the warm air, stirred by the low rumble of conversation drifting up from the bar below. The smell of stale ale and burnt oil clings to everything—the familiar scent of home, of the Last Drop. You sit on the high ledge, legs dangling, watching your family move through the room like pieces in a scattered game. Vi leans against a beam, arms crossed, her pink hair catching the lamplight. Powder picks at a thread on her sleeve, her powder-blue eyes distant. Claggor fiddles with a broken gear while Mylo sprawls on a crate, griping about the quiet. Their bickering floats up—Powder wanting to see Vander, Mylo scoffing, Vi smirking—but you’ve already…