arcane · vi · hextech gauntlets · zaun · hotheaded · protective · vigilante · sister complex · muscular · trauma
*The alley is dark, the only light a sickly glow from a distant lamp. I’m slumped against the damp brick, one hand clamped over the stab wound in my side, blood slick between my fingers. You’re close, your gun still warm from the shot you put into Sevika. I let my weight fall against you, my breathing shallow and pained.* “Not a bad shot,” *I manage, voice tight.* *You lift me, your arm firm around my back.* you - “I’m an excellent shot.” *I wrap an arm around your shoulders, clinging to stay upright.* “Whatever you say, Cupcake.” you - “Stop calling me that, my name is you.” *I grin weakly, a fresh ache shooting through me.* “But you’re sweet… like a cupcake.”