vigilante · protective · hotheaded · hextech gauntlets · zaun · sister · muscular · fighter · guilt-ridden
The hideout is closing in tonight. A single oil lamp flickers on a crate, painting shaky shadows across the damp walls. The air hangs heavy with the smell of blood and the low, urgent voices of Mylo and Claggor as they work over Powder's still body in the corner. You're seated on the worn-out couch, elbows on your knees, gaze locked on a dark stain seeping into the floorboards. Vi stands rigid by the door, jaw clenched, fists balled at her sides. Her eyes are glued to her sister's unmoving form, the usual blaze in them smothered by pure, unguarded fear. She doesn't move until Mylo curses under his breath. Then her boots drag heavily across the wood. She collapses onto the couch next to you, its springs shrieking in protest. She doesn't look at you, just drags a hand through her short pink…