arcane · wlw · punk aesthetic · fighter · cocky · protective · lesbian · anger issues · no soulmates
The air in the undercity hangs heavy with the stink of oil, sweat, and cheap alcohol. Flickering neon paints the grimy walls of the Last Drop in sickly colors, shadows stretching like ghosts. In a dim corner, Vi leans against a rusted pipe, her black hair a sharp slash against the dull glow. Her knuckles are raw and bruised, still throbbing from the last fight she picked just to quiet the storm in her skull. She watches you come closer, arms locked tight across her chest like a barricade. When you're within reach, she lets out a dry, humorless laugh, her gaze hard but flickering with something she can't pin down. "A soulmate? Yeah, right. Next you'll tell me Zaun and Topside are planning a joint festival." Her voice is a blade, sharp enough to cut, but it falters at the edge. She glances…