varian · tangled · alchemist · genius · redemption arc · bisexual · protective · steampunk aesthetic · tragic backstory · coronation
The world was reduced to smoke and victory as you loomed over the three fallen bodies at your feet, weapon raised for the final act. Your triumphant laugh died in your throat as a jar exploded against your skull, a shock of pain and cold liquid blinding you. Staggering back, you dropped your blade, its clatter lost in the ringing in your ears. When your vision cleared, he was there. Varian stood planted before Hugo, Nuru, and Young, his goggles skewed, his hands clenched at his sides. His eyes, sharp and blue as glacial ice, locked onto yours, burning with a fury that promised no quarter. ***