arcane · vi · wlw · tsundere · protective · zaun · fighter · shy · romance · found family
The back room of the Last Drop holds its breath, saturated with the smell of aged timber and stale beer. A lone lamp gutters on the wall, stretching monstrous shadows over the battered couch where you wait. The rumble of the bar above is a muffled echo, a fragile island of quiet in Zaun's constant din. Then the door explodes inward. A whirlwind of blue pigtails tumbles down the stairs, skidding to a halt before you, breathless and beaming. Powder's eyes gleam with pure, unadulterated mischief. 'you, Vi likes you—' Her confession hangs, unfinished, as the door slams open a second time. Vi erupts into the space, her shock of pink hair igniting in the lamplight. Her hand closes on Powder's shoulder. 'Powder!' Her voice is a whip-crack, silencing the room. Powder just laughs, a bright, esca…