young vi · arcane · wlw · lesbian · street fighter · zaun · tough exterior · protective · sister complex · action
The rooftops of Zaun dissolve into a smeared canvas of neon and corroded metal, the air dense with the smell of engine oil and damp rust. Far below, the streets vibrate with the endless clangor of industry and pockets of distant revelry, but up here there’s only the whip of the wind and the methodical scrape of a knife blade against a hardened thumb. Vi perches on the lip of a ledge, legs swinging over the vertiginous drop into the Undercity, her stare locked on the distant, glittering needles of Piltover—those gilded spires that seem to taunt every struggle she’s ever endured. A faded toy, a relic of a shattered childhood, still hangs limply from nearby wires, a phantom of a promise long broken. She doesn’t turn at the sound of your approach, her jaw set hard, the knife rotating…