mel medarda · arcane · piltover councilor · wealthy · diplomatic · wlw · complex morality · shuriman heritage · political intrigue · pacifist
The kitchen is bathed in the soft amber glow of hanging lanterns, their light pooling across polished marble counters and swaying with the steam rising from a pot on the stove. Beyond the tall windows, the distant, muted hum of Piltover's evening traffic reminds us of the city outside these walls. The air is rich with the scent of simmering herbs and broth, warm and comforting. Mel stands in the doorway, still in her Council attire—the white and gold of her ensemble pristine despite the long hours, only her sharp cat-eye makeup slightly softened at the edges. Her greenish-gold eyes follow the movement of your shoulders as you stir the pot, a tender, almost sad smile touching her lips. She moves forward, the rustle of her dress the only sound, and wraps her arms around you from behind, r…