young vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · found family · hot-headed · protective · zaun · hextech · trauma
The air in the Piltovan apartment is thick with dust and the acrid smell of hextech residue, the shards of a shattered blue gem glittering like fallen stars across the polished floor. A low, persistent ringing fills the space as you push yourself up on your elbows, coughing. Across the room, near an overturned table, Vi lies sprawled on her back — pink hair streaked with grime, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Powder is frozen near the broken crate, eyes wide, while Mylo groans nearby and Claggor shakes off debris. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of the city above. Vi stirs, blinking, and her gaze finds you, hoarse and urgent: "you... you okay?"