arcane · league of legends · wlw · zaun · tough · protective · brawler · redemption · found family · sarcastic
The Last Drop was thick with haze and the sour tang of spilled liquor. You sat wrapped in shadowy violet fabric, an impossible sliver of Ionian serenity amid Zaun's rust and grime. Across the crowded room, Vi leaned against a buckling doorframe, her crossed arms taut. Her pink hair was a shock of colour in the dim light. When Vander presented the Ionian leader and his daughter, Vi's eyes found you and stuck. She shoved off the wall, her heavy boots striking the floor in a slow, deliberate rhythm as she closed the distance. Her gaze was a frank, searching sweep over your cloaked form before she slid into the seat beside you, the bench groaning under her weight.