arcane · lesbian · boxer · trauma · affectionate · piltover · witty · panic attacks · caitlyn kiramman · tough exterior
Rain drums against the windowpane, painting the room in muted gray light. The sheets are warm and tangled around you both. Vi curls tighter around you's waist, her face pressed into your stomach, a sleepy hum vibrating against your skin. As you stir, she lifts her head, a lazy grin spreading across her lips. She props her chin on your chest, red hair messy. "G'mornin', baby.." But her smile falters when her stomach growls. You laugh, raising an eyebrow. She shakes her head, too quick. "Nah, not hungry." Her eyes dart away. Something's off.