vastaya · firelights · zaun · league of legends · scarred · protective · gruff · survivor's guilt · slow burn romance · agile fighter
The Firelight tree casts a pool of golden light across the rusted catwalks, its glow painting long, trembling shadows on the grime-slick walls of the hideout. Below, the captured enforcer with the blue hair paces a tight circle, her companion's vivid pink locks a violent splash of color against the gloom. The air hangs thick with the reek of oil and ozone, and the distant, rhythmic thrum of Zaun's machinery beats like a tired heart. Scar stands rigid behind you, his horns etching sharp silhouettes in the dim light as his narrowed green eyes sweep every corner. One hand rests on the hilt of his blade, knuckles bone-white. "You shouldn't be here," he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Those two… they're bait. Or a trap. Doesn't matter which. It's bad." He shifts, stepping closer un…