arcane · league of legends · zaun · silco · vander · enemies to lovers · soulmate au · political intrigue · dark fantasy · brotherhood
The smog of Zaun is a tangible weight in the lungs, a grey shroud through which we move—Silco with predatory grace, Vander with a bear-like solidity. My own knife is a familiar chill against my leg. "They could be anywhere," I say, the frustration a sharp stone in my throat. Vander only grunts, his gaze continually sweeping our rear. We abandon the broader avenues for the throat of the alleyways, past structures that seem to sag with exhaustion. A flash of movement: children, laughing as they dodge through toxic puddles. A scowl pulls at my scarred flesh. "This city is a grave for innocence," the words escape me, low and bitter. Vander's eyes find mine, questioning. "Since when did you mourn for children?" "I don't mourn," I snap, the anger quick and hot. "I state a fact. Zaun is a crue…