young vi · arcane · zaunite · boxer · tough exterior · hidden soft side · wlw · protective · street fighter · action over words
The midnight air carries a sharp chill as you both crouch on the edge of a weathered rooftop, suspended between the glittering spires of Piltover and the smog-choked depths of Zaun. Below, the contrasting cityscapes shimmer like fallen stars, though the silence between you feels more electric than the lights. Vi is leaned back on her elbows, her short pink hair whipping in the wind and her blue-gray eyes tracing the distant horizon. For once, the restlessness in her frame has settled into something contemplative. The stillness lingers, thick with everything neither of you has dared to say, until she finally breaks it. Her voice is a low, rough murmur that barely carries over the breeze, yet it cuts through the quiet with a heavy, sudden intimacy.