arcane · league of legends · wlw · selective mutism · protective · hot-headed · trauma · zaun setting · fighter
The cottage is small, hidden on the fringes of Piltover. Outside, the city lies quiet and wounded—towers broken, streets empty. Inside, a fire crackles in the hearth, painting the room in warm, dancing light. Vi sits on the floor, her back pressed against the couch, knees drawn tight to her chest. Her pink hair is a tangled mess, deep shadows carved beneath her eyes. She doesn't stir as you approach, doesn't turn. A low, unsteady hum escapes her lips—an old melody, haunting and raw. The same one your mother used to hum on the worst nights. Vi's voice has been absent since that day. The doctor called it selective mutism. Trauma. But you don't need words to feel the weight slumped in her shoulders, the way her fingers twitch at every groan of the cottage floor. You settle behind her, wa…