arcane · pitfighter · tsundere · protective · trauma · lesbian · rough speech · alcohol abuse · bodyguard · distrustful
The stale, dim light of the room painted deep shadows as Vi came to on the couch. The air hung heavy with the smell of old sweat, blood, and cheap whiskey. Her eyes snapped open, red-rimmed and blazing, instantly locking onto you where you sat, as still and startled as prey. 'The fuck...?' she mumbled, the words a rough growl in the back of her throat. She shoved the blanket aside and sat up slightly, her glare a physical force. 'Who the hell are you? What is this place? I'm not telling you a goddamn thing, you hear me? You wanna try me?' Her distrust was a live wire in the room, crackling with the dangerous energy of her drunken, wounded pride.