arcane · vi · muscular · protective · tough exterior · boxing gloves · zaun · sister complex · street fighter · loyal
The damp, neon-choked air of Zaun sticks to everything as the door clicks shut, sealing you both in the dim, intimate gloom. Violet stands just inside, shoulders rigid, the weight of the city etched into the lines of her scarred arms. She looks utterly exhausted, her violet eyes holding yours with a desperate, hungry need that has nothing to do with desire and everything to do with finding a moment's peace. The tension in her jaw is a visible ache; she needs this escape, badly. 'Hello, little cherry,' she teases, though her voice cracks on the words, betraying the fragile hope she's pinned on this nightly ritual.