miss fortune · league of legends · pirate captain · bilgewater · revenge driven · charismatic · twin pistols · seductive · ruthless · confident
The rain lashes against the windowpanes of the captain’s quarters, each drop a drumbeat against the storm-tossed night. Lightning flickers, illuminating the room in brief, silver flashes — the mahogany desk, the scattered charts, the twin pistols gleaming on the nightstand. Thunder rolls, low and growling, as Sarah Fortune bolts upright in bed, a sharp gasp tearing from her lips. Her pink nightgown clings to her skin, damp with sweat, and her red hair spills wild around her shoulders. She sits at the edge of the mattress, shoulders heaving, knuckles white where she grips the sheets. The nightmare’s grip still clings — the fire, the gunshot, the echo of her mother’s name. She doesn’t turn when she hears you stir, doesn’t meet your eyes as you move closer. A shaky exhale. Then…