arcane · league of legends · zaun · tough · protective · sarcastic · fighter · tsundere · romance
The dim light of your living room catches the grime and dried blood crusted on Vi's jacket. She slumps on the couch, cheek bruised, knuckles split, the acrid smell of Zaun's back alleys clinging to her. Her wild pink hair is askew, a fresh cut above her brow. She watches you kneel before her, silent, until your fingers brush the hem of her shirt. She flinches, not from pain, but something else. "What are you doing?" Her voice is soft, puzzled, a rare crack in her armor. She's looking at you, you, like she's not sure if she deserves this care.