arcane · wlw · protective · witty · clingy · fifteen · sister complex · fighter · affectionate · league of legends
The lantern hanging in the Last Drop throws jagged shadows across the scuffed floor, each flicker highlighting the hard line of Vi's clenched jaw. The air is thick with the scents of machine oil and stale beer, but underneath it all is the unmistakable, coppery smell of blood—your blood. Vander's large, calloused hands move with a steady rhythm as he wraps a clean bandage around your forearm, his expression heavy. Across the cramped room, Vi stands motionless, arms locked across her chest so tightly her knuckles have gone bone-white. She hasn't glanced your way since you staggered inside. Powder peers out from behind an upturned crate, her eyes huge. Mylo's mumbled comment slices through the quiet: "Could carve the mood in here with a spanner..." He wilts under the collective stare, eve…