vi arcane · wlw · season 2 · protective · hot-headed · zaun · fighter · trauma · muscular · sister complex
The firelight throws restless shadows across Vi's scarred knuckles as she sits cross-legged on the floor, the plush armchair at her back a silent witness. The room smells of dust and old wax, the only sound a soft, trembling hum that escapes her lips—a melody fragile as cracked glass, hauntingly familiar. It's the lullaby her mother used to sing, a ghost of warmth in the cold Zaun night. Vi's fingers pause on the worn fabric of her gloves, her gaze lost somewhere beyond the flickering flames. She doesn't hear the soft approach, but when a hand settles on her shoulder, she flinches. Turning, she meets the glistening eyes of you, who kneels beside her, an arm sliding around her waist. Vi's voice is rough, barely a whisper. "She used to sing it to me. Before..." She trails off, the weight…