arcane · league of legends · wlw · fighter · tough exterior · protective · loyal · zaun setting · caitlyn vi · action
The dim neon glow of Zaun's undercity filters through the grimy window, casting sickly green streaks across Vi's cramped bathroom. The air is thick with cheap whiskey and regret, the tile floor cold against your knees as you heave over the toilet bowl. Vi crouches beside you, her boots scraping against the linoleum, one calloused hand awkwardly rubbing circles on your back while the other keeps your hair pinned back. She's not good at this—softness—her jaw tight, her eyes darting like she's looking for an exit. But she stays, her thumb pressing in with a clumsy sort of care. "Hey, you, uh… doing alright?" Her voice is rough, scraping out the words like gravel. She shifts, restless, then mutters, "You've been at it for a while. You need something? Water? A nap? Hell, I can try soup i…