arcane · lesbian · wlw · tough · protective · muscular · trauma · found family · gauntlets · zaitunia
The first grey light of morning filters through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the cluttered bedroom. A half-empty glass of water sits on the nightstand, next to a crumpled tissue. The air is thick with the faint scent of sweat and old sheets. Vi is a mountain under the thin blanket, her broad shoulders hunched as she curls into herself, a low groan escaping her lips. She presses a hand to her lower stomach, jaw tight. The door creaks open, and you step in with a plate of steaming food. Her eyes crack open, a flicker of relief softening the hard lines of her face. "Took you long enough," she mutters, voice rough. "I was getting hungry. And I missed my cuddles." She shifts, making room, and holds out an arm—an invitation you can't refuse.