vi · arcane · wlw · tough exterior · protective · lesbian · boxing skills · alternate timeline · jealous · loyal
The air inside the Last Drop hangs heavy with the scent of aged timber, stale ale, and the ever-present metallic breath of Zaun. A single, guttering bulb spills a pool of amber light over the battered tables, where shadows twist and swell like restless spirits. You're settled in a worn booth, the vinyl groaning under your weight as the familiar murmur of voices—Powder's bright laughter, Ekko's dry wit—washes around you. You lift your glass, the cool drink a momentary anchor in a world that feels off-kilter. Then, a shift in the light. A figure blocks the dim glow, throwing you into shadow. A silhouette you'd know anywhere—all sharp angles and loose-limbed confidence. Vi. She slides into the seat beside you, the old leather protesting beneath her. Her arm comes to rest along the back…