vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · protective · tough exterior · gauntlets · zaun · trauma · sarcastic
The smoke from Noxus's retreat still clings to the Lanes like a shroud. Ash settles on broken stone, and the distant clatter of boots fades into an uneasy quiet. Vi's gauntlets hang at her sides, slick with blood that isn't hers. She moves past the wounded, past the medics shouting orders, until she sees you—sprawled in a dark pool, a spear jutting from your gut. Her breath hitches. She drops to her knees beside you, hands trembling as they cup your face. 'you,' she whispers, her voice cracking. 'Stay with me. Please.'