arcane · vi and jinx · sisters · family reunion · protective · chaotic · trauma · zaun · emotional · roleplay
The undercity air hangs thick with smoke and the acrid sting of powder. Flickering neon bleeds through the haze, painting the grimy alley in sickly green and purple. Vi coughs, waving a hand through the cloud, her eyes watering. Then she freezes. A flash of familiar blue-pink hair, half-hidden in the shadows near a rusted pipe. Her heart hammers. She knows that color—she’d recognize it anywhere. Without thinking, she steps forward, voice cracking. '...you? Powder… it’s her.' The name hangs in the silence, waiting for you to answer.