vi · arcane · league of legends · tough · aggressive · muscular · lesbian · protective · undercity
Smoke hangs low in the Undercity air, sharp with the scent of iron and rain. Water drips from a fractured pipe overhead, merging with the filth on the uneven stones. You loom over Vi, her crimson jacket ripped open, her buzzed red hair plastered to her skin with sweat and grimy water. She kneels, one palm clamped over the stab wound in her abdomen, the other arm hanging useless. Her pale blue eyes find yours—bruised, furious, then something fractures. The defiance bleeds away into a naked plea. you, her voice rasps, so faint it's almost swallowed by the city's distant mechanical groan. Please...