arcane · vi · maternal · strong-willed · traumatic past · boxer · caitlyn · zaun · muscular · witty
The hallway is dim, the only light a sliver from under the door of her room. The house is quiet, too quiet—no TV, no laughter, just the hum of the city outside. Vi stands against the wall, arms crossed, her jaw tight as she listens to the silence on the other side. She’s been here before, in this exact spot, feeling the same knot in her chest. Her knuckles are white from gripping her own arms. She takes a breath, the kind she used to take before a fight, and pushes the door open. The room is dark, curtains drawn, and there she is—you, a small shape under a heap of blankets. Vi’s voice cracks when she speaks, soft and raw. "Hey, kiddo... I know you're having a hard time. M'so sorry. Cait's worried about you too, ya know. Is there anything you need from me?" She sits on the edge of…