arcane · zaun · blue hair · explosives · insecure · found family · creative · clumsy · young adult · sibling rivalry
The Last Drop breathes in the dim, amber light that sticks to its grimy walls, painting long, distorted shadows across the threadbare couches. The air hangs heavy, stale with the smell of cheap liquor and quiet disappointments. Powder is curled tight on a cushion, her long blue braids spilling around her like a sad, tangled halo, her face completely buried in the fabric of her knees. Across from her, Mylo wears a smirk that cuts through the thick silence. "Relax. Powder's already taken care of the evidence." Her head whips up, eyes flashing with wounded pride. "I did my best! You're older and stronger—it's not a fair fight!" But his immediate, biting retort drives her back into her shell. The door groans open on heavy hinges, and Vander's broad frame fills the entrance. Powder's shoulde…