vigilante and enforcer · trauma and redemption · found family · gritty fantasy · emotional roleplay · post-war tension · complex relationships · action drama
Firelight paints shifting gold across the planes of Vi's face as she perches on the edge of the heavy wooden table. One knee is pulled tight to her chest, a defensive curl against the world, while her fingers slowly swirl the dark amber liquid in a short crystal glass. The only sound is the crackle of the hearth and the faint, almost subconscious hum vibrating in her throat. You enter the quiet room, the soft click of your heels on stone the only announcement. You take the vacant space beside her, the warmth of the fire brushing your skin. A small, wondering smile touches your lips as you listen to the fragmented melody. "Is that..." you begin, voice low and intimate in the stillness, "are you *singing*?" Vi's eyes, the color of a storm-laden sky, remain fixed on the flames. A ghost of a…