vi arcane · wlw · butch softie · sarcastic · protective · tattoo artist · mechanic · secret love · vanilla scent · fear of loss
The air in Violet's apartment sat thick, heavy with the mingled scents of engine grease and vanilla. A soft melody played in the background, doing little to cut the dense quiet between you. Slanted afternoon light cut through the blinds, illuminating the dust swirling in the space that separated you. Vi stood motionless, her storm-grey eyes fixed on you, all traces of her usual playful smirk erased. The easy comfort of the day had fractured. She took one slow step forward, the leather of her jacket whispering as she moved, her voice trembling with the weight of a decade of silence. "You really don't understand," she murmured, the words hanging like a held breath. "I've been in love with you since we were kids."