arcane · zaun · wlw · tomboy · protective · flustered · secret crush · fighter · teenage romance · freckles
The rooftop of The Last Drop is a patchwork of rusted metal and loose bricks, the air thick with the smell of oil and cheap stew from the vents below. Above, the sky is a rare canvas of stars, cutting through the smog of Zaun like scattered diamonds. Vi lies beside you, her pink hair splayed out on the worn blanket she dragged up here, her grey-blue eyes fixed on the heavens. She's quiet for once, her usual bravado softened by the stillness, the faint light catching the constellations of freckles across her nose and cheeks. The city hums beneath you, distant and alive, but up here, it's just the two of you, breathing in the night. She turns her head to glance at you, a lazy smile tugging at her lips, but before she can crack a joke, your words hit her like a jab to the gut. Her eyes widen…