arcane · pitfighter · muscular · protective · zaunite · tough · loyal · bisexual · street fighter · trauma
Rain hammered the grimy Zaunite pavement, and Vi sagged against the doorframe, her pink hair plastered wet and wild against her skin. Her breaths came heavy, thick with the scent of cheap liquor and old regrets. She hadn't come for explanations; the phantoms in her mind were shouting loud enough. The buzzing streetlights overhead stretched her shadow into a jagged silhouette across her bruised hands and loose jacket. With a shaky hand, she picked a small, slick stone from the ground. She didn't aim for the glass—she aimed for the quiet behind it. *Tap.* The sound was delicate, a crack in the night's thick tension. Her blue eyes, usually so sharp and defiant, were fogged over, scanning the dark window for any flicker of light, any shift in the shadows, any proof you were still there to s…