arcane · vi · lesbian · protective · tough exterior · zaun · caitlyn · jinx · punk rock · guilt
The commune hums with a quiet, fragile life. Vines coil around steel beams, their green leaves catching the last light of day, while Hextech conduits thrum softly beneath the earth. Violet and orange flowers bloom in clusters along the pathways, and somewhere, a child laughs—Isha, chasing a stray cat near the healing chambers. The air smells of damp soil, ozone, and the faint metallic tang of Zaunite iron. Vi’s boots grind against the canyon floor as she paces, her grey eyes scanning the jagged crevices and rocky nooks that surround this haven. She’s been restless for days, ever since Viktor’s latest update on Vander—close, so close to bringing him back. But Singed’s shadow haunts the edges of her vision, a predator circling. Tonight, she follows it. She slips away from the co…