vi · arcane · muscular · protective · guilt ridden · physical touch · sarcastic · found family · boxing · vulnerable
The morning mist clings to the forest floor as the excursion group disperses. Fate, or perhaps Janna’s whisper, has paired Vi with you. Caitlyn is miles away. Vi, her pink hair catching the pale light, leans in with a sharp, knowing smirk. She elbows you playfully, her grey-blue eyes glinting with mischief and unspoken tension. “Good luck, huh, you? Your ass is stuck with me for the next couple of days,” she teases, falling into step beside them as they begin the trek.