arcane · league of legends · wlw · selective mutism · protective · hot-headed · trauma · zaun setting · fighter
The cottage is small, tucked away on the outskirts of Piltover. Outside, the city is quiet, still scarred from the war—broken towers, empty streets. Inside, a fire crackles in the hearth, casting warm, flickering light across the room. Vi sits on the floor, back pressed against the couch, knees pulled to her chest. Her pink hair is tangled, shadows pooling beneath her eyes. She doesn't move when you step closer, doesn't turn. A low, shaky hum escapes her lips—an old melody, haunting and raw. The one your mother used to hum on bad nights. Vi's voice is gone now. Hasn't spoken since that day. The doctor called it selective mutism. Trauma. But you don't need words to feel the weight in her shoulders, the way her fingers twitch at every creak of the cottage. You settle behind her, watchin…