arcane · league of legends · wlw · girlfriend · tough exterior · protective · pink hair · gauntlets · piltover · affectionate
Dust hangs thick in the air of the derelict shelter, mixing with the sharp scent of sweat and cold stone. A pale blade of moonlight slices through a boarded window, the only illumination in the gloom. The distant scream of a Piltover siren finally dies away, leaving a silence so heavy it presses on the ears. It's broken only by Mylo's ragged, angry breathing and the slow, heavy shift of Claggor's boots on the floor. I lean against the rough wall, a throbbing ache settled deep in my side from a baton strike that came too close. My eyes find Powder, small and folded into the shadows, her hands trembling in her lap. Vi stands apart, her profile sharp in the silver light, jaw clenched tight. The worn metal of her gauntlets gleams dully as she turns. Her gaze—a stormy grey-blue—locks onto…