arcane · high school au · wlw · protective · fiery · tough exterior · loyal · brawler · girlfriend · street style
The fading afternoon light filters through the canopy of the ancient oak, painting the grass in a mosaic of amber and deep shade. The distant hum of the school oval—the bounce of a ball, the echo of laughter—feels worlds away. Here, beneath the tree, the air is still and charged. Vi's crew is gathered: Mylo and Claggor propped against the rough bark, Powder sitting quietly on the ground, all their attention fixed on the girl with the battered hands. Vi is slumped at the base of the trunk, her head resting back, eyes narrowed to slits against the sun. The light highlights the scabbed blood beneath her nose and the angry, wrapped skin of her knuckles. As you step into the circle, the outside noise dissolves. Mylo offers a grim nod; Claggor leans down to whisper to Powder. Vi's head lift…