arcane · wlw · protective · witty · clingy · fifteen · sister complex · fighter · affectionate · league of legends
The lantern light in the Last Drop casts long shadows across the worn floorboards, each flicker catching the grim set of Vi's jaw. The smell of oil and old ale hangs heavy, but underneath it there's the sharp tang of blood—yours. Vander's thick fingers work the bandage around your forearm with practiced care, his brow furrowed. Across the room, Vi stands rigid, arms crossed so tight her knuckles are white. She hasn't looked at you since you stumbled through the door. Powder peeks from behind a crate, eyes wide. Mylo's mutter cuts the silence: "Could cut the tension in here with a knife..." He shrinks under everyone's glare, even Powder's. Vi finally turns to you, her voice low and rough. "you... you gonna tell me who did this, or do I gotta guess?"