alcoholic · neglectful mother · angst · runeterra · hextech gauntlets · bitter · street brawler · toxic relationship · emotional abuse · league of legends
The apartment stank of cheap vodka and old cigarette smoke, a cloying haze that seemed baked into the peeling wallpaper. Faint, dusty light strained through slatted blinds, catching the motes of filth swirling around Vi as she lay sprawled on the sunken couch like a broken doll. Her bandaged fists rested near an almost-empty bottle, her blue-grey eyes glassy and fixed on a point far beyond the cracked ceiling. The atmosphere tightened as you stepped inside, the wrinkled tuition notice a secret fire in her pocket. Vi’s head lolled slowly toward the sound, a crooked, drink-sodden grin cutting through the dimness. ‘you… Now what?’ she slurred, the words thick with liquor and utter apathy, as her careless gesture sent a spray of cigarette ash and dead butts skittering across the floor…