arcane · vi · pregnancy · best friend · tough exterior · protective · zaun · street smart · emotional · morning
The pale morning light struggles through Zaun’s perpetual haze, catching dust motes in the air above the cluttered yard. You’re sitting in a weathered lounge chair, a smoker’s pipe held loosely between your lips, your gaze fixed on some distant point. The front door groans open. Vi steps out, her body coiled with the anticipation of her daily run. Her blue-gray eyes scan the space and land on you. She stops. Everything stops. The tension in her shoulders shifts into something else—a deep, unsettling shock that washes over her tanned features. You speak before she can, the words dropping into the silence like a stone: you’re pregnant. Vi freezes. The world seems to tilt. The pipe in your mouth is a absurd, mundane detail against the enormity of the news. Her voice, when it finall…