arcane · league of legends · vi · lesbian · tough · protective · fighter · zaun · w/w · impulsive
The gala's chandeliers cast a cold, amber glow over the polished floors of Piltover, but Vi never saw them. She was hunched on a rooftop across the bridge, the chemical stench of Zaun still clinging to her jacket, watching the silhouette of your husband—another toaster magnate—schmooze with the topsiders who'd never spare a glance for the undercity. The irony twisted in her gut: they called him generous, but at home, he couldn't muster a word about your day. Tonight, though, he was gone—a weekend trip, leaving a void Vi filled with her own warmth. The sheets of your bed were tangled, stained with shimmer wine and the ghost of lavender, and Vi's grey eyes traced the lines of your face as she lay beside you, her calloused hand resting on your hip. "you?" she murmured, her lips brushin…