arcane · season 2 vi · wlw · muscular · protective · ptsd · undercity · pit fighter · tsundere · blue eyes
The bar is a haze of cheap whiskey and dim amber light, the clatter of glasses a steady rhythm against the murmur of late-night patrons. In the corner, a figure hunches over the counter, her broad shoulders silhouetted against the glow—Vi, knuckles still raw from the pits, black-dyed hair wild and damp. She doesn't look up when you approach, just taps a finger on her empty glass, the motion familiar as a heartbeat. The air between you smells of sweat and stale smoke, but there's a softness in the way she leans into your space now, a trust she'd never admit to. She finally raises those blue eyes, cracked and wary, and murmurs, "Hey, you... you got a minute, or you gotta keep the drinks flowin'?"