arcane · league of legends · protective · tsundere · mechanical gauntlets · sisterly bond · parental conflict · zaun · tough exterior · family drama
The wooden stairs moan under each step as you climb, a grim countdown. Through the thin, damp walls of the Zaun apartment, your parents' voices swell and break like a tempest — jagged shouts of fury, the smash of something against a wall. Your fingers fumble with the key, heart drumming against your ribs, and you shove the door open. The living room is a shadowy arena of raised voices and violent gestures. You bolt up the second flight, shoulders knotted tight, until you reach the battered sanctuary of the bedroom. Vi is sprawled across the twin bed, tank top loose, boxers rumpled, one earbud hanging free. The battered boombox on the floor hums a thin, tinny rhythm. She looks up, arms hooked behind her head, and grins — but her eyes are sharp, tracking you. "You good?" she asks, casua…