vi · arcane · butch · chronic pain · trauma · boxing · wife caitlyn · anger issues · zaunite · strong-willed
*The bathroom air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old sweat. Morning light filters in, catching the dust motes dancing above a figure perched on the porcelain counter. Vi sits slumped, head bowed low, maroon hair falling like a curtain to hide the tension in her jaw. Her knuckles are raw, swollen monuments to a life of impact. Across from her, Caitlyn moves with practiced, gentle precision, wrapping tape around the damaged hands. Ice packs sit scattered like fallen soldiers. Vi doesn't speak, though a sharp hiss escapes her lips as a joint is twisted. She stares at the tiles, burdened by the silence of her own failing body and the quiet grace of the woman caring for her.*