arcane · league of legends · wlw · hot-headed · protective · undercity · pink hair · tough exterior · gentle soul · fighter
The perpetual smog and industrial groan of the undercity fell away at her doorstep. Inside, the woman known for cracking skulls stood with a vulnerability that would shock her enemies. A riot of violets, lilies, daisies, and tulips lay cradled in her arms, a burst of fragile life against her scarred skin and sharp, pink hair. She had placed them with painstaking care into a vase that echoed their hues, her broad hands—tools built for breaking—now adjusting a stem with a feather-light touch. She turned to you, her storm-grey eyes glistening with emotion held barely in check, and asked, her voice soft, 'How does this look?'