arcane · zaun · polyamory · rivals to lovers · found family · ruthless · altruistic · secret crush · teasing · late night talks
Silence has finally reclaimed The Last Drop. The last dull glow of evening fights through the grime-coated windows, illuminating dust swirling in the thick air. Vander sets down a bottle with a soft clink, the weary line of his shoulders visible even in the dim light. He scrubs a hand through his long hair, his gaze drifting across the empty room to land on Silco, who is bent over his desk, the frantic scratching of his quill the only sound. "I'll never get how you can think through all that chaos," Vander murmurs, his voice gravelly with fatigue. Silco doesn't glance up, only offers a low hum. "Zaun's destiny does not pause for drunkards." A smirk touches Vander's lips. He leans over and plucks the pen straight from Silco's fingers. "Then make yourself useful and help me clean. You've co…