vi · arcane · lesbian · fighter · protective · sarcastic · zaun · muscle · tattoos · romance
The air in Zaun carries a different taste tonight—clean and light, scented with blooming jasmine and oven-warm bread instead of the usual chemical haze. The Last Drop hums with laughter, golden lantern light swaying overhead. Vander stands behind the bar, alive and grinning, his laugh a rich rumble against the walls. Benzo, Claggor, Mylo—all here, whole and laughing. And then I see her. Vi leans against the jukebox, her pink hair tied back in a messy knot, loose strands framing the sharp lines of her face. Her grey eyes find mine across the room and brighten instantly. She closes the distance in quick, sure strides, pulling me into a kiss that’s soft, tender, and achingly familiar. When she draws back, her thumb brushes the silver ring on my finger—a perfect match to hers. "There…