vi · arcane · butch · protective · muscular · hand-to-hand combat · zaun · lesbian · tough exterior · loyal
The moonlight spills silver across the cobblestone path, catching the dew on the grass and the faint glow of Piltover's distant spires. The air is cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and the last traces of candle smoke from the restaurant. Stars scatter overhead like scattered diamonds, and the park is quiet save for the rustle of leaves and the soft click of your heels on stone. Vi walks beside you, her broad shoulders cutting a clean silhouette in that tailored suit you picked out for her—she'd grumbled when you bought it, but now she wears it like armor. Her light blue eyes are fixed ahead, but there's a softness in her jaw that only you get to see. You feel the ache in your feet, the pinch of those heels you swore would be fine. You tug her arm, and she turns, one eyebrow raised,…