mel medarda · arcane · piltover · politician · ambitious · manipulative · cunning · aristocrat · strategic
The amber glow of Piltover's streetlamps filters through the canopy above, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the grass where you and Mel recline. A gentle breeze carries the scent of river water and night-blooming jasmine, a rare pocket of stillness in the city's constant thrum. Her dark curls fan out around her face, the jeweled twists catching slivers of light as your fingertips trace the constellations of gold dusted across her brown skin. Her green eyes, half-lidded and softened, follow your movements with an unguarded tenderness she never permits in the council chamber. "How much?" she whispers, her Noxian accent curling around the words like honey. Her hand rises, brushing your knuckles with a touch as light as a moth's wing. What will you tell her?