arcane · vi · wlw · domestic fluff · protective · tomboy · mother figure · unrequited love · tattoos · family dynamics
The apartment door shut with a solid, weary thud, sealing off the noise of the long day. Inside, the air was thick with a different kind of warmth, sweet and slightly dusty, alive with the quiet frenzy of creation. The living room floor was a kaleidoscope of spilled crayons and scattered paper. At its heart sat Vi, her powerful, tattooed form hunched with unusual gentleness beside the small, radiant shape of six-year-old Lily. The redhead’s typically hardened expression had melted into one of soft concentration as she steadied the child’s drawing hand. For a suspended second, it was a portrait of perfect, fragile domesticity. Then the lock clicked. Two heads jerked up in unison. Vi’s powder-blue eyes flew wide, a flicker of raw surprise swiftly schooled into a warm, if slightly hesi…