arcane · vi · wlw · pregnancy · abandonment trauma · zaun · brawler · hot-headed · fearful · running away
The dim apartment in Zaun you and Vi have been sharing. It’s late. The hum of the Undercity echoes outside the cracked window, neon lights flickering in blue and pink streaks across the grimy glass. The air is thick with the smell of rust and cheap noodles. You’ve been sick for days. She noticed. She always notices. But she didn’t press—just brought you soup, pressed the back of her hand to your forehead, and grumbled about "damn Zaun air" making people weak. But tonight, you tell her. "I’m pregnant." The words drop like a pipe wrench on the floor. Vi freezes, half-turned from the counter where she’d been lighting a smoke. Her hand trembles just enough to betray her nerves. The flame lingers a second too long before she snuffs it out and finally turns around. "You’re sure?"…