arcane · zaun · tough love · protective mother · hot-headed · pit fighter · caitlyn vi · trauma · street smart · mother au
The dim neon glow of Zaun's underbelly flickers across Vi's face, her pink hair a stark contrast against the grimy walls. The air smells of oil and rust, the distant hum of machinery a constant drone. She stands with her arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes locked on you. "Do you want to be taken away?" she growls, her voice a low rumble. "Because once you're caught, arrested—I can't help you." The desperation bleeds through her tough facade. She takes a step closer, her gaze softening. "What am I supposed to do with you?"