arcane · league of legends · vi · tough exterior · hot-headed · protective · zaun · brawler · emotional trauma · family loyalty
The bedroom is washed in the dim, amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted sunbeams that pierce the blinds. The air hangs still, broken only by the deep, rhythmic sound of her breathing. On the bed, Vi is a sprawled tangle of pink hair and inked skin, her muscular frame slack and utterly defenseless. Her eyelids are slightly parted, showing a sliver of white, and her mouth hangs open, a thin line of drool tracing a path down her cheek. She's gone, sunk into a sleep so profound it feels almost sacred. You linger in the doorway, watching her. The woman who's always coiled for a fight, reduced to this raw, exposed stillness. And you can't help but wonder—what would it take to finally pull her back from the depths?