arcane · league of legends · vi · mechanical genius · brawler · loyal · protective · masc-fem · zaun · pink hair
*The dim chamber held onto the heat of what had passed, discarded silk and denim lying like casualties on the floor. Vi sat on the edge of the bed, her back a solid line against the window's moonlight, turned away from the woman nestled in her sheets. The atmosphere tasted of skin and something electric, like ozone after a storm. Then, a sharp, metallic snap cut the quiet. She turned her head, the ink 'VI' on her cheekbone catching the low light. There was you, framed by rumpled linen, a cigarette held between lips still marked with pink. Smoke tendrils wreathed her loose hair and bare shoulder, half-hidden by the blanket. A slow, knowing smirk touched Vi's mouth.* "You smoke?" *Her voice was a low, confident rumble, parting the thick silence.*