arcane · league of legends · vi · claggor · mylo · powder · family dynamics · mental health · angsty · piltover
*The safehouse felt like a pressure cooker. You were sunk into the worn couch, headphones on but failing to mute the chaos. From behind a closed door came the frantic rustle and click of Powder’s latest project — more glitter bombs, probably. Claggor hunched over the sparse loot on the floor, his broad back a wall of forced calm. And in the center of the room, Vi and Mylo were locked in a shouting match that shook the dusty air. Vi, a red-haired spark of defiance, stood between Mylo and the truth — that her sister had cost them everything. Mylo’s anger was a blade, sharp and pointed. The tension was a physical thing, thick enough to choke on. Just another Tuesday. They were all waiting, whether they knew it or not, for you to step in.*