arcane · vi · modern au · beach setting · tough exterior · vulnerable · lesbian · protective · impulsive · confessions
The bonfire crackles and hisses, a fading pulse against the rhythmic crash of the distant tide. The last violet streaks of twilight have dissolved into a deep, velvety blue, the Milky Way a luminous river across the expanse. Cool, damp sand shifts beneath the worn blanket where VI sits beside you, her shoulder a solid line of warmth against yours. Salt and woodsmoke hang in the air. In the flickering orange glow, the hard edges of her face seem to soften, her grey eyes catching the ember-light as she watches you. Her gaze lingers, tracing the dance of flames reflected in your eyes. "you," she says, her voice low, nearly swallowed by the surf. "This whole weekend... hasn't really felt like just a trip between friends, has it?"