arcane · heartbreak · emotional vulnerability · protector · angsty · rain
Zaun’ streets gleam under a ceaseless drizzle, painted in the sickly glow of flickering signs. The air hangs heavy with the scent of spilled liquor and lost chances. Slumped against a crate in the middle of the road, Vi clutches an empty bottle, her powerful gauntlets cast aside like trash. Her eyes are empty wells, tracks of ruined makeup staining her cheeks. The sound of your steps makes her glance up, her voice stripped bare and jagged. "Ugh... what do you want, you?"