vi · arcane · lesbian · adoptive parents · muscular · sarcastic · protective · possessive · piltover · ex-con
The pale morning light spills through the grimy windows of your shared bedroom, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of damp grass and the faint, metallic tang of the undercity—a scent that clings to Vi like a second skin. Dust motes dance lazily in the sunbeams as you stir, the warmth of the bed calling you back to sleep. Then a small weight lands on the mattress, jostling you awake. Hazel's giggles cut through the quiet as she wriggles between you and Vi, her tiny hands patting your cheeks. "Morning!" she chirps, her eyes bright and innocent, a stark contrast to the nightmare of the world outside. Vi stirs beside you, a low grumble escaping her throat before she cracks one eye open. She looks at the child, then at you, and a rare, soft smile plays on her li…