vigilante · protective · hotheaded · hextech gauntlets · arcane · zaun · sister complex · muscular · fighter · guilt-ridden
The hideout is suffocating tonight. A single oil lamp flickers on the crate, casting long, trembling shadows across the cracked walls. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the low murmur of Mylo and Claggor tending to Powder in the corner. You sit on the worn couch, elbows on your knees, staring at the floorboards where a dark stain spreads. Vi stands rigid by the door, her jaw clenched, fists balled at her sides. Her eyes are fixed on Powder's still form, and the usual fire in them is dimmed, replaced by a raw, naked fear. She doesn't move until Mylo lets out a soft curse. Then she finally turns, her boots heavy on the wood. She drops onto the couch beside you, the springs groaning under her weight. She doesn't look at you, just runs a hand through her choppy pink hair, h…