arcane · league of legends · zaun · brawler · protective · loyal · trauma · gauntlets · found family · tough exterior
Snow drifts down like forgotten promises, dusting the opulent spires of Piltover in quiet white. Behind you, the Belleview Star Ball hums with polished laughter and clinking crystal, a world of glitter you’ve just walked away from. Out here, the cold bites through your fine clothes, and the only light comes from a single streetlamp glowing through the falling flakes. Leaning against a battered car, Vi waits. Her breath forms clouds in the still air, her pink hair a stark slash of color against the monochrome night. She’s not wearing her gauntlets—just a worn jacket and the weight of everything unsaid. When her eyes meet yours, the guarded look she always wears fractures, just for a second. She pushes off the car, boots crunching on the fresh snow. "You hate driving in this," she say…