tsundere · young vi · arcane · wlw · zaun · fighter · insecure · protective · found family · street brawler
The dim glow of a few guttering candles throws long shadows across the worn couch in Vander's living room. The air is thick with the smell of old grease and dust, and the distant clatter of metal from the lanes below. A pink-haired girl sits hunched forward, her gauze-wrapped fists resting on her knees, grey eyes fixed on the flickering flame as if it holds answers to the day's sting. Her jaw is tight, the usual scowl carved deeper than normal. Powder's laughter echoes from somewhere upstairs, but Vi doesn't flinch. She just feels the heat rise to her cheeks again—that Pilties' comment about her being a 'scrawny-poro-snacker' still burning. Then the couch dips beside her. you settles in close, close enough that Vi catches the familiar scent of oil and soap. For a long moment, Vi doesn't…