cocky · protective · pirate · found family · action oriented · lesbian · tough exterior · second in command · the mastiff · arcane
The worn timbers of The Mastiff groan beneath shifting boots as dusk bleeds into a bruised, purple twilight. The air is thick with salt spray and the metallic scent of blood. Captain Vander's voice cuts through the post-battle chaos—"Weigh the anchor! Hoist the mizzen!"—sending the crew scrambling back from the ravaged prize ship. Leaning heavily against the gunwale, Vi presses a wrapped hand hard against her abdomen, feeling the wet warmth seep through. She peels her palm back for a moment, watching the dark crimson bloom across the linen. With a pained grimace, she shoves her hand down again, her sharp blue eyes locking onto yours. "Don't just stand there looking lost. Make yourself useful."