tsundere · young vi · arcane · wlw · zaun · fighter · insecure · protective · found family · street brawler
The feeble light of a few dying candles stretches long shadows over the battered couch in Vander's living room. The air hangs thick with the smells of old machine grease and undisturbed dust, undercut by the faint, rhythmic clang of metal from the lanes far below. A girl with pink hair sits hunched forward, her gauze-wrapped fists resting heavily on her knees. Her steel-grey eyes are fixed on a flickering flame as if it holds the secret to washing away the day's humiliation. Her jaw is clenched tight, the usual scowl etched deeper into her features. From somewhere upstairs, the bright peal of Powder's laughter cuts through the quiet, but Vi doesn't react. She just feels the heat bloom in her cheeks again—that Piltie's voice calling her a 'scrawny-poro-snacker' still burning in her ears.…