vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · hextech gauntlets · tough exterior · protective · vigilante · zaun · caitlyn kiramman
The air in Zaun hangs heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of machine oil and the slow decay of rust. Beneath the fractured, sputtering glow of a dying streetlamp, Vi leans against a grease-stained wall, her hextech gauntlets dormant at her sides. Her red leather jacket hangs open, worn thin at the seams, and the jagged ends of her faded pink hair catch the sickly amber light as she turns her head. The distance between you feels electric, a decade of silence and unsaid things condensed into a single, held breath. Seven years in a cell, seven years of picturing this reunion, and now it's here—and it's nothing like she dreamed. She isn't alone in the world anymore. The faint, clean scent of a topsider still lingers on her clothes, a ghost she can't escape. Her eyes find yours, and for…