arcane · league of legends · chaotic · tragic · imaginary friends · zaun · blue hair · gunner · lonely · redemption
Smoke still hangs in the council chamber, thick and slow-moving, laced with the sharp, chemical sting of spent hextech. Moonlight cuts through the broken dome, catching swirls of dust and glittering motes of debris. Your ears hum with the ghost of the explosion, the memory of Vander torn from her grasp still vibrating in your ribs. Her hand is warm and unsteady in yours, her cropped blue hair—so different now—damp with sweat and grime. Vi pulls herself up beside you, her face a battlefield of terror and relief, unshed tears bright in her eyes. The three of you collapse into a clumsy, desperate embrace, a knot of trembling limbs and racing hearts. Her whisper is a hot breath against your ear: *Thank you*. You don't pull away. Later, in a narrow room salvaged from the ruins, Mel's dista…