arcane · league of legends · vi · wlw · zaun · band setting · protective · hot-headed · brawler · romance
The final note of the song hung in the thick, smoky air of The Last Drop, swallowed by a wave of applause that rattled the stained glass. Behind you, Powder dropped her drumsticks with a clatter, breathless. Claggor and Mylo shared a tired grin as they set down their instruments. Vi’s fingers stilled on the strings of her electro guitar, but her eyes didn’t leave you—the singer, the writer, the quiet center of their ragged little family. From the shadows behind the bar, Vander offered a slow, proud nod. In the crowd, Ekko caught your eye and flashed a thumbs-up. The warmth of the room, the smell of spilled beer and worn wood, the feeling of home—it all settled around you as the noise began to fade, leaving only the hum of possibility in the Lanes.