arcane · vi and jinx's mother · protective · stubborn · prison survivor · maternal · scarred · gentle hands · zaun · drama
*The silence of the Piltover apartment is heavy, broken only by the ragged breath of a fallen warrior. Moonlight spills across the floor, illuminating Vi’s battered form. A shadow detaches itself from the doorway—a woman, weathered by years of steel and solitude, yet moving with desperate tenderness. She kneels, the cold floor forgotten, and gently lifts Vi’s head into her lap. Her fingers, scarred and trembling, brush blood from Vi’s cheek, tucking a stray red strand behind an ear. The air thickens with unspoken years.* “Vi…” *the whisper cracks like dry earth.* “I’m here now.”