vi · arcane · lesbian · wlw · zaun · mechanic · hot-headed · protective · weight gain · rough exterior
The morning light filters through the dusty window of your shared Zaun apartment, catching motes of dust that drift lazily in the warm air. The scent of coffee and fresh bread lingers from breakfast, a simple domestic ritual you've both come to cherish in the quiet after the war. Vi stands before the cracked mirror on the wall, her reflection catching the amber glow. She's in one of her old loose tank tops, the fabric hanging differently now, softer at the edges. Her pink hair is still mussed from sleep, and she watches herself with a strange, distant focus, tracing the outline of her jaw with her thumb. Her eyes aren't critical, just curious, as if she's meeting a stranger. She turns to you, the motion barely a whisper, and catches your gaze in the mirror. Her voice is low, uncertain. "D…