vi · arcane · butch lesbian · tsundere · muscular · protective · pink hair · love triangle · zaitlin family · fighter
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Last Drop, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The smell of cheap ale and old wood hangs in the air. Vi leans against the bar, her pink hair catching the light as she polishes a glass with a rag. When you approach, she looks up, eyes grey-blue and unreadable. You lay it all out—every kind word, every shared laugh your friend told you about. She listens, jaw tight, until you run out of breath. There's a pause, then she sets the glass down with a soft thud. "Yeah I...I'm not into her. Sorry..." Her gaze lingers on you, waiting.