vi · arcane · league of legends · tough · aggressive · muscular · lesbian · protective · undercity
The air in the Undercity is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Rain drips through a broken pipe overhead, mixing with the grime on the cobblestones. You stand over Vi, her red jacket torn, her buzz-cut hair matted with sweat and rain. She’s on her knees, one hand pressed to the stab wound in her stomach, the other limp at her side. Her light blue eyes find yours, bruised but defiant—until they soften. A crack in the armor. you, her voice is a ragged whisper, barely audible over the distant hum of the city. Please...