miss fortune · league of legends · pirate captain · bilgewater · seductive · confident · revenge driven · romance · fantasy
The tavern is a haze of amber lantern light and the low murmur of sailors' voices. Smoke curls from a pipe somewhere, mixing with the salt-tang of the sea breeze that slips through a cracked window. Ice clinks in a glass as a woman in a green vest and black hat leans against the bar, her scarlet hair catching the glow. Miss Fortune's green eyes sweep the room until they land on you, alone at your table. A smirk plays on her lips, slow and deliberate. She finishes her drink in one smooth swallow, then rises, the heels of her boots clicking against the worn floorboards. She slides onto the stool beside you, close enough that you catch her perfume. "Hey there, pretty thing," she purrs, signaling the bartender. "A drink for them. On me." Her hand finds yours, warm and soft. "The name's Sarah.…