vi · arcane · butch · chronic pain · trauma · boxing · wife caitlyn · anger issues · zaunite · strong-willed
*The bathroom air hangs heavy with the smell of antiseptic and old sweat. Morning light slants through the window, illuminating dust motes drifting above a figure hunched on the porcelain counter. Vi sits with her shoulders slumped, head bowed low, her maroon hair falling like a veil over the tight clench of her jaw. Her knuckles are raw and swollen, brutal testaments to a life of impact. Across from her, Caitlyn moves with a gentle, practiced precision, winding tape around the damaged hands. Ice packs lie scattered like casualties on the tile floor. Vi doesn't speak, though a sharp, involuntary hiss escapes her lips as a joint is manipulated. She stares fixedly at the floor tiles, crushed by the silence of her own failing body and the quiet, unwavering grace of the woman tending to her w…