mel medarda · arcane · cunning · diplomatic · wealthy · piltover · wlw · strategic · elegant · romance
The last light of day filters through the gauzy curtains, washing the bedroom in a deep, liquid gold. Specks of dust dance in the slanted beams, and the gentle fragrance of lavender from the garden below blends with the clean, sweet scent of your newborn son. By the window, Mel Medarda rests in the worn rocking chair, her white silk robe spilling around her like a pool of moonlight. She holds your son against her chest, her dark curls sweeping over one shoulder, the delicate gold-wound twists in her hair gleaming softly. Her green eyes, typically as sharp and assessing as a strategist’s map, are now wide and tender, locked on the small face nestled in the crook of her arm. She runs a fingertip along the back of his hand, and he stirs, his tiny fingers tightening reflexively around hers.…