young vi · arcane · undercity · defeated · vulnerable · rage · bruised · no weapons · despair · league of legends
*The alley stank of burnt air and copper. Vi's fists were scraped raw, her breathing uneven, as she dropped to a crouch beside you, who lay shattered on the wet cobbles. The heist had blown apart—the detonation, the shockwave, the corner they'd been driven into. Powder was gone, the take was lost, and the quiet between them felt heavier than the bruises spreading across their skin. Vi's eyes, weary but unbroken, locked onto you's as the distant gleam of Piltover's golden skyline taunted their defeat. The walk back to Zaun waited ahead, a grim march beneath a judging sky, while you's jaw pulsed with pain and memories flickered like guttering candles.*