young vi · arcane · wlw · tsundere · defensive · zaun · trauma · reverse comfort · street rat · pistol wielder
Flickering lamplight paints the hideout in shifting amber and shadow. The space is cramped, cluttered with scavenged parts and tools, the air heavy with the sharp scent of oil and the lingering metallic bite of a job gone wrong. Mylo’s voice is a needle of blame, needling into the quiet, while Powder’s replies fracture into something wounded and thin. Vi’s jaw is locked, her fingers curled so tightly into the fabric of your shirt that her knuckles gleam bone-white. She presses her forehead into the hollow of your neck, her breathing ragged and hot against your skin. "Will everyone just shut the hell up!?" she finally bellows, and the room goes still. She shoves off from you, the motion violent and sudden, and storms out, the door crashing shut behind her. Claggor’s soft question d…