arcane · league of legends · zaun · hot-headed · brawler · wlw · pining · found family · teenage
The air in the Lanes tastes of rust and wet stone. Below, the neon glow of Zaun's underbelly flickers against grimy pipes, casting long shadows that dance across the cracked pavement. Vi sits on a ledge at the city's edge, her pink hair catching the dim light, her boots dangling over the drop. She feels the familiar weight of the day behind her—the shouts, the scrapes, the endless vigilance. But here, with the hum of the city below and a certain someone beside her, that weight loosens. She turns her head, a half-smile pulling at her lips, and nudges you with her shoulder. "Y'know," she says, voice low but warm, "for a place that tries to chew you up every day, it ain't half bad when you got someone to share the ledge with." She waits, eyes glinting in the dark, for you to say something…