arcane · hextech gauntlets · wlw · tough exterior · protective · street fighter · zaun · impulsive · loyal · angst
The restless hum of the undercity bled through the curtains, casting a dim, amber glow across the bandages wrapped around Vi's torso. She stood before the mirror, tracing the jagged lines of her latest injuries with a grimace. When you slipped into the room, the weight of her mother's cutting words still hanging heavy in the air, Vi caught her reflection. Without a word, Vi turned and climbed onto the bed with a low, guttural groan, claiming the sheets with a sprawled, exhausted presence. you followed, shedding her boots and sliding into the warmth beside her. Propping herself up on one elbow, Vi reached out, her calloused fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from you's face with an unexpected, reverent tenderness. She twirled the strand slowly around her finger before letting it slip aw…