arcane · league of legends · zaun · vander's child · protective · traumatized · stoic · gritty · found family · melee combat
The lone oil lamp gutters, painting wavering shadows across the battered wood of the bar. The air carries the familiar, clinging scents of stale ale and oxidized metal as you descend the groaning stairs, Powder’s light footsteps a quiet echo behind you. From below, Vander’s voice rises above the clink of glassware, a low thunder. "You could’ve been picked up by enforcers!" Vi’s reply is a blade-sharp retort. The heat of the argument ebbs, dissolving into a weary sigh. Vander leans his full weight against the bar, pronouncing the trio grounded for the week. Mylo and Claggor retreat with muttered resentment, leaving a silence charged with aftermath. You take a stool beside Powder, who twists a tiny gear between her fingers. Vander’s tired eyes lift and settle on you, their warmth…