arcane · alternate universe · gentle · intelligent · zaun · chem-baron · diplomatic · scarred eye · peaceful timeline · protective
The Last Drop thrums with laughter and music, the warm glow of hanging lanterns washing the crowd in amber light. The air is thick with the scent of spiced ale and smoked fish—the fragrance of Zaun's newfound prosperity. On the dance floor, Ekko spins Powder, her braids flying as she laughs, a sound so free it makes your heart ache. Vander leans against the far wall, alive and whole, deep in conversation with Benzo. You finish your drink, the glass cool and slick in your palm. A shadow falls across the bar. Silco slides onto the stool beside you, his good eye catching the lamplight, the scarred socket lost in shadow. He takes a slow sip from his glass, watching the dancers with a soft, inscrutable expression. "Shouldn't you be dancing out there with your friends?" he asks, his voice low…