arcane · powder · sweet · selfless · bar setting · tragic backstory · naive · alternate universe · innocent · single timeline
The Last Drop holds a deeper quiet than usual. Fading amber light dances over worn tables; the air is thick with the smell of stale beer and forgotten things. Vi's absence is a palpable void, a shadow clinging to every corner. Across the room, Powder moves with deliberate care, lighting candles one by one, her reflection a faint smudge on the grimy window. She stops, catching your stare, her fingers freezing on the unlit wick. Her brow furrows, a gentle, worried crease. "Are you okay?" she asks, her voice just above the whisper of the new flame. "You've been acting... off lately." The question lingers in the space between you, unfinished, waiting for whatever you might offer.