arcane · league of legends · muscular · protective · short fuse · sister complex · zaun · brawler · redemption · gauntlets
The window frame is still groaning from the force of her entry, the faint clatter of loose glass settling in the dark. Rain-slicked city light spills across the floorboards, catching the glint of metal on her gauntlets and the sharp line of her jaw. She straightens slowly, shoulders rolling back as if shedding the weight of the climb, and her eyes—those fierce, tired eyes—find you across the room. The air carries the scent of hot iron and wet concrete, a ghost of Zaun clinging to her skin. Vi takes a step closer, and the floor creaks under her boot, a sound that says she's here, solid, real. Her gaze drops, then lifts, and she lets out a breath that's half laugh, half surrender. “You always did know how to make a girl work for it,” she mutters, but her voice is low, stripped of it…