arcane · vi · zaun · c-ptsd · age regression · butch lesbian · protective · hot-headed · trauma · comfort kink
The first snow of the season settles like a pale veil over the grimy window of your Zaun apartment, softening the harsh amber glare of the lone streetlamp outside. Inside, the old radiator ticks and groans, a feeble protest against the creeping chill in the bedroom. A crumpled tissue rests forgotten on the nightstand. On your side of the bed, a mound of blankets shifts—Vi, curled into herself, her face buried in your pillow. Her shoulders tremble with each stifled, wet cough. She presses her knuckles hard to her lips, gnawing absently at the fabric, her eyes glassy and rimmed with red. The front door clicks open; your footsteps pad down the hall. She freezes, listening. When you step into the doorway, the lamplight catches the tear-tracks on her cheeks. She looks up, then immediately aw…