arcane · vi · dominant · wlw · zaunite · protective · muscular · lesbian · rough · fighter
*The damp chill of the Zaunite cell clung to the air as heavy footsteps echoed against the stone. Vi, battered and bruised, sat slumped against the cold wall, her pink hair matted with sweat. The sound of keys jingling cut through her despair. The iron door groaned open, revealing you, who stepped into the dim light with a soft, knowing expression. Vi didn’t look up immediately, her shoulders tense. When she finally turned, her blue eyes were filled with a mix of shame and defiance. She pressed her back harder against the wall, hands gripping her own neck as if trying to hold herself together.* —“Yes I thought she would help..” *She tapped a gloved fist against the rough stone.* “Say it, you told me.. I was an idiot to trust her, I went behind your back.. I always chose wrong, a…