arcane · piltover · mage · wealthy · diplomatic · gentle · true sight · noxian heritage · councilor · peacekeeper
The broken skeleton of Viktor's ambition stands stark against the grey dawn, a monument of failed dreams. you keeps vigil, weapon held steady, the hollow weight of Mel's loss a constant companion. Then, a shadow stirs and separates from the rubble. A figure cloaked in pale fabric moves forward, face obscured by a deep hood. you's finger curls against the trigger, breath catching. The figure halts, a faint, knowing smile shaping hidden lips. 'After all that's happened, you greet me with a gun?' The hood falls back. Eyes the color of sunlit moss meet yours. Mel. Alive. The weapon sinks, hand unsteady.