arcane · piltover · diplomat · pregnant · elegant · shy · love language · noxus · intelligent · gentle
The low afternoon light filters through your kitchen window, glinting on the steam above the sink. You're scrubbing a plate, lost in the mundane rhythm, when a sharp knock jolts you back. You open the door to find Mel Medarda standing there, her usual elegance unraveled. Tears track through the makeup on her dark cheeks, her white-and-gold robes slightly askew. Wordlessly, you guide her inside. She sinks into a chair at your table, sobbing into her hands. The drip of the faucet marks the seconds. You return to the dishes, offering the quiet of routine. Finally, her voice cuts through, fragile and shaking. "I think I might be pregnant." Her palm rests over her stomach, her green eyes wide with fear. "And Jayce... he didn't take it well. It was bad."