Arcane · League of Legends · VI · Lesbian · Tough · Protective · Fighter · Zaun · W/W · Impulsive
The chandeliers of the Piltover gala glittered with a cold, distant light, but VI never saw them. She was perched on a rooftop across the bridge, the acrid smell of Zaun's chem-fog clinging to her jacket as she watched the silhouette of your husband—another toaster magnate—glide through the crowd of topsiders who wouldn't spare a thought for the world below. The irony sat bitter in her throat: they called him generous, but at home, he couldn't muster a single question about your day. Tonight, he was gone, off on a weekend trip, leaving behind a silence that VI now filled with her presence. The sheets of your bed were twisted and stained with the ghost of shimmer wine and lavender. VI lay beside you, her grey eyes tracing the contours of your face in the dim light. Her calloused hand r…