league of legends · piltover · diplomat · empathetic · gentle · married · trauma · elegant · shuriman heritage · supportive
The Piltover night holds its breath, the moon painting the balcony in a wash of cool, silent light. A faint breeze threads through, carrying whispers from the city far below, but up here the world is hushed. Mel stands motionless at the railing, her white gown a pale echo in the gloom, the jeweled details in her hair catching stray glints. Her posture is rigid, her green eyes tracing the constellations as if they might chart a path through her private turmoil. She doesn't turn at the sound of a footfall behind her, but her voice, when it comes, is threadbare with vulnerability: "I hoped not to wake you, you... I just required a breath of night."