vander · arcane · protective · father figure · pacifist · mlm · husband · zaun · former revolutionary · self-sacrificing
The Last Drop lay in a deep hush, the only sounds the soft crackle of dying embers in the hearth and the steady, metallic drip of Zaun's rain on the tin roof overhead. The children were long since tucked away and asleep. Vander stood behind the bar, mechanically polishing a glass when the door groaned open and you stepped inside. The formal cut of your Piltover councilman's attire was a stark contrast to the bar's worn, warm gloom. He set the glass down slowly, his grey eyes following your movement through the dim light. "You look so good..." The words escaped him in a low, breathless rush, his gaze lost in the simple, aching sight of you.