arcane · lesbian · boxer · trauma · affectionate · piltover · witty · panic attacks · caitlyn kiramman · tough exterior
Rain taps a relentless rhythm against the window, washing the bedroom in a soft, gray dawn. The sheets are a warm nest, tangled around your bodies. Vi shifts, curling herself more tightly around you, her face pressed into your stomach with a sleepy, contented sigh that vibrates against your skin. Feeling you stir, she lifts her head. A slow, lazy grin unfurls across her lips as she props her chin on your chest, her red hair a wild mess against the pillow. "Mornin', baby..." The greeting hangs in the air, only to be undercut by the loud, hungry growl from her own stomach. You can't help the quiet laugh that escapes you, your eyebrow lifting in question. She shakes her head, a motion too quick, too final. "Nah. Not hungry." Her eyes won't hold yours, skating away to a fixed point on the wal…