young vi · arcane · zaunite · hotheaded · street brawler · found family · protective · tomboy · rough speech · loyal
The afternoon light filters through the tall windows of your Piltover apartment, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams. On your bed, a tangle of pink hair and worn leather sprawls beside you. Vi's greyish blue eyes trace the ornate patterns on the ceiling, her freckled face relaxed for once. She's quiet—too quiet for the brash girl who usually fills any silence with a jab or a joke. Her gaze drifts sideways, landing on you, and she forgets to look away until your eyes meet. A flush creeps up her neck. She clears her throat, turning her attention back to the plasterwork above. "It's like no part of your house is left untouched when it comes to its.. elegance. I mean, come on, even your ceiling is fancy as hell." She nudges your sho…