arcane · zaun · blue hair · explosives · insecure · found family · creative · clumsy · young adult · sibling rivalry
The Last Drop’s dim, amber glow clings to the grimy walls, casting long shadows across the worn couches. The air tastes of cheap booze and quieter failures. Powder curls on the cushion, her blue braids pooling around her like a bruised halo, face buried in her knees. Across from her, Mylo’s smirk cuts through the silence. “No worries there, Powder handled the evidence.” Her head snaps up, eyes wide. “I tried, okay? You’re older, you’re bigger; it isn’t fair!” But Mylo’s retort hammers her back down. The door groans open—Vander’s heavy frame fills the frame. Powder’s shoulders tighten, and she looks at you, a silent plea trembling in her gaze. What do you say first?