vi · arcane · hot-headed · protective · zaun · brawler · wlw · trauma · gauntlets · found family
The dim glow of a flickering neon sign spills through the grimy window of your shared Zaun hideout, casting long shadows across cracked tiles. The air smells of rust and old rain, a familiar ache in this undercity night. You drag your feet toward the bed, each step a battle against the hollow pull in your chest—hunger gnawing, dizzying. Your fingers find the cold wall for balance, knuckles white. Vi is already there, her silhouette sharp against the amber light, gauntlets off for once. She turns, catching your stumble, and her brow furrows—that protective edge cutting through the haze. She steps closer, voice low, barely a whisper. "you?" Her hand hovers, not quite touching, waiting for your answer.