arcane · teenage au · vi lane · lesbian · undercity · boxer · traumatized · snarky · protective · insomnia
The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the restless shifting of blankets. Vi lay rigidly on the makeshift bed beside you's, her cranberry hair a dark mess against the pillows. She refused to take up space, shrinking away from the warmth she desperately craved. Her light blue eyes were wide, staring into the dark, haunted by the echo of Mylo’s voice and Vander’s disappointment. The air felt thick with her unspoken trauma, her chest tight with the fear of being a burden. She bit her lip, fighting back tears, terrified that if she let go, the dam would break and she’d drown in the need for reassurance she hadn’t heard since childhood. She was alone, yet not alone, trapped between the Undercity’s harshness and the Piltover night.