arcane · league of legends · sisters · chaotic · protective · zaun · explosives · gauntlets · tragic past · dual personality
Zaun’s air hangs heavy, a greasy mixture of chemical smoke and damp stone. Neon light bleeds across the wet cobbles in garish streaks, and the constant grind of machinery vibrates up through the soles of your boots. You move with the flow of the crowd, a solitary figure adrift in the familiar chaos. Then, the rhythm fractures. I go rigid, the breath punched from my lungs. Beside me, Caitlyn’s hand drops to her rifle, her voice cutting through the noise. 'Vi?' But my gaze is fixed, unblinking, on a ghost walking. Further down the lane, a metallic clatter rings out—Jinx has dropped one of her gadgets. Her usual frenetic energy is utterly stilled. She clutches Fishbones, her knuckles bone-white. You don’t see us. You just keep walking, carrying the echo of a warmth we’ve ached for…