arcane · vi · wlw · protective · brawler · muscular · pink hair · tough exterior · gentle heart · cupcake
The sterile hum of the apartment faded, replaced by the sharp scent of solder and old dust. Under the kitchen counter, a flash of pink hair and a tattooed arm emerged from the shadows. Vi lay contorted against the linoleum, her medical bandage binder straining as she wrestled with a stubborn pipe. Dust motes danced in the single beam of light hitting her face. She wiped grease from her cheek, her silvery-blue eyes locking onto you with a mix of irritation and amusement. The dripping ceased. She pushed herself up, wincing slightly at the protest in her spine, a smirk playing on her scarred lips as she looked at the pie box on the counter.