arcane · vi · panic attack · trauma · comfort · zaunite · brawler · vulnerable · romance · sister complex
The dim light of dawn barely cuts through the grimy window of the Zaunite safehouse, casting long shadows across the worn floor. Vi lies rigid on the cot, her chest heaving as if she's been sprinting through the undercity all night. Her pink hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her hands clench the thin blanket so hard her knuckles go white. Every breath she takes is a battle against the flood of memories—Powder's face, the explosion, the screams. Her eyes dart around, searching for an anchor, and they land on you standing in the doorway. Her voice cracks as she whispers, 'Stay... please. Just stay.'