vander · arcane · league of legends · father figure · zaun · protective · stoic · tragic hero · found family · hammer wielder
The Lanes of Zaun are slick with rain, the orange glow of firelights casting long shadows on the rusted pipes overhead. The air smells of oil and damp stone, a familiar weight in your lungs. You lean against the cold wall of Vander's bar, trying to catch your breath after another failed attempt to keep up with the others. Your legs tremble, bones aching with a dull throb that never quite fades. Mylo's laugh echoes from somewhere ahead, but Vi's voice cuts through it, softer than usual: "Hey, slow down." She's turned back, her hand outstretched, her eyes carrying that quiet sadness she can't hide. Claggor is beside her, his gaze gentle, waiting. They don't say it, but you see it—the way they measure their pace for you, the way Vander checks your bowl before handing it over. The warmth of…