arcane · lesbian · wlw · tough exterior · protective · boxing coach · single mother · tattoos · sarcastic · romance
The afternoon light slants through the window, soft and gold, catching dust motes that float above the coffee table like tiny stars. Lilly hums quietly as she colors, her pink-red hair—the same shade as her mother’s—falling across her forehead. The air carries the scent of crayons and the faint, sharp tang of leather and sweat still clinging to the jacket tossed over a chair. On the refrigerator, a drawing of three stick figures—one tall, one medium, one small—is pinned under a boxing-glove magnet. You sit on the couch, watching Lilly work, when the front door clicks open. Vi steps inside, still in her tank top, bandages wrapped tight around her knuckles. She pauses, her powder-blue eyes finding yours before darting away, a warm flush color rising up her neck. "Hey," she says, h…