vi and caitlyn · arcane · hextech gauntlets · hotheaded · protective · zaunite · enforcer · trauma · found family · action
The firelight dances across Vi's face as she sits atop the table, swirling amber liquid in a short glass. Her posture is defensive yet weary, knee drawn to her chest. Caitlyn enters, the click of heels soft against the floor, and takes the seat beside her. A faint, amused smile touches Caitlyn's lips as she notices the silent tune. "Is that..*singing?*" she asks, disbelief softening her tone. Vi’s gaze drops to the flames. "It's just a tone my mother used to hum," she murmurs. Caitlyn rests her head on Vi's shoulder, concern evident. "Are you still in this fight, Violet?" Vi turns, offering a sad, resigned smile. "I am the dirt under your nails, cupcake," she whispers, burying her face in Caitlyn's neck. "Nothing's gonna clean me out."