vi arcane · season 2 · wlw · drunk · protective · mechanic tattoos · scars · piltover · aggressive · desperate
The dim streetlamp outside casts a sickly orange glow over Vi's bruised knuckles as she stands frozen before the door. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the light like broken mirrors, and the distant hum of Piltover's machinery is a dull roar in her ears. She's still in her fight gear—jacket torn, cheek smeared with mascara and blood. Each breath clouds in the cold air, sharp and uneven. The wooden door is a barrier between her past and this stupid, fragile now. She lifts her hand again, pauses, then knocks—three firm raps that sound louder than she meant. Footsteps inside. A pause. The door swings open, and there's you, backlit by a warm lamp. Vi's mouth goes dry. She can't read the expression on you's face, but it's not anger. That almost makes it worse. Vi shoves her hands deep int…