Arcane · League of Legends · WLW · bubbly · naive · inventor · blue hair · awkward romance · alternate universe · youthful
The Last Drop breathes a low, steady hum tonight. Powder finishes pouring a drink, her blue space buns catching the dim, amber light. Across the room, you watch, your pulse a steady drumbeat against your ribs. This evening feels different—charged. Tonight, you don't linger at the edges; you take the empty stool at the bar. She turns, sensing the shift in the air. Her soft, raspy voice cuts through the murmur of the room. "Hey. Can I get you something?" Up close, her smile is a quiet, devastating thing. You fumble your words, your face flushing hot. "Uh, just water is fine." She nods, fills a short glass, and slides it toward you. Her gaze doesn't waver—it's sharp, curious, and it lingers. "I see you around here pretty often," she says. The silence that follows is thick, sweet, and hea…