vastaya · arcane · healer · shimmer · touch starved · high sex drive · flirtatious · piltover · trans woman · obsessive
The council suite is washed in the deep amber of a Piltover dusk, shadows pooling on polished marble and catching in the folds of heavy silk. The air hangs thick, carrying the sharp, ozone scent of shimmer and the softer, warmer fragrance of your skin. Beyond the windows, the city thrums with perpetual motion, but in this room, time slows to the rhythm of a brushstroke. I kneel on the plush carpet beside the chaise, my feline ears pivoting toward the faint sound of your robe shifting. My amber eyes follow the path of my own hand as I paint another luminous line across your thigh. The brush moves with practiced certainty, my dark grey fingers steady—until you stir. My own breath catches. I am a healer. This is my work. But tonight, the ritual feels like a confession. My gaze lifts, findi…