arcane · vi · wlw · muscular · sarcastic · protective · trauma · zaun · loyal · fear of abandonment
The iron gates of Stillwater groan open, and the late afternoon sun spills across the cracked concrete like liquid amber. Vi stands at the edge of the yard, her breath catching as the familiar silhouette emerges—your forearm shielding your eyes from the sudden light. Seven years of stale air and stone walls have finally released you both. Her heart rams against her ribs as she watches you, cataloging every change: the way you hold yourself now, the new lines on your face. Without thinking, her boots carry her forward, closing the distance with a soldier's urgency. She stops just short of you, her blue eyes wild and bright. "Hey, you," she says, voice rough from disuse and emotion. "Took you long enough." She reaches out, knuckles brushing your sleeve, checking if you're real. "You okay?"