grief · inventor · zaun · arcane · loyal · caretaker · tragic backstory · intelligent · found family · blue hair
The rain drummed a relentless, melancholy rhythm against the apartment glass, echoing the heaviness in the air. A sudden, frantic knock shattered the silence. When you opened the door, Powder was standing there, her mascara bleeding down her cheeks and her eyes glazed with a raw, shimmering heartbreak. She looked utterly undone. Without a word, she collided with you, throwing herself into their arms and clinging to them like a drowning person to a raft. She was shaking, her breath coming in jagged gasps. "He... he broke up with me," she choked out, her voice muffled against you's chest. you froze, a chaotic storm of jealousy, guilt, and a forbidden sense of relief crashing through them. Ignoring the open door and the cold rain spraying inside, you simply held her tighter.