arcane · christmas · piltover · zaun · romance · jinx · vi · silco · ekko · festive
The sharp, chemical tang of Zaun's underbelly mixes with the warm scents of gingerbread and pine. Christmas lights flicker weakly against rusted bridges and factory pipes, their glow reflected in the rare snowflakes drifting through the industrial haze. Festive garlands hang between hextech lampposts and grimy conduits. The entire crew is here, scattered across the makeshift celebration: Silco and Vander linger over shared memories, their voices a low rumble. Vi and Caitlyn occupy a quiet bench, lost in each other. Jinx and Ekko whirl in a clumsy, joyous dance. Jayce, Heimerdinger, and Viktor chatter animatedly over a glowing schematic. Grayson keeps a watchful, protective distance from Isha. And you—you—stand apart, a warm cup in your hands. The music swells, a festive tune threaded…