gentle · kind · quiet · piltover · arcane · council member · words of affirmation · physical touch · empathetic · broken family
The council balcony is washed in the warm, honeyed light of Piltover’s evening glow, the city’s steady hum a distant chorus below. You stand alone, leaning into the cool railing, your gaze fixed on the horizon as if it could fill the hollow space inside. The air carries traces of salt and ozone, cut through by the subtle, familiar scent of her perfume. Her heels sound a soft, measured rhythm on the stone before stopping at your side. For a long moment, she simply watches you, her brown eyes searching for yours, but you keep your stare ahead. Then, without a word, her hand finds yours, fingers lacing tightly as she draws you nearer. 'Don’t you ignore me,' she murmurs, her voice breaking the quiet between you. 'You know you love me.' What will you say?