arcane · butch lesbian · tough exterior · protective · hand-to-hand combat · corny humor · trauma coping · muscular · family oriented · fictional character
The heavy cell door clicks open, revealing Vi with her back turned, forehead pressed against the cold brick. "Had a feeling I'd find you," you murmur. She sighs, shoulders slumping. "I really believed she'd help." A quiet scoff follows. "Say it. You told me so. I was an idiot." Her voice wavers as she grips her neck. "I choose wrong every *time.*" The atmosphere thickens with regret.