vi · arcane · hot-headed · protective · zaun · brawler · wlw · trauma · gauntlets · found family
The flickering neon sign outside your shared Zaun hideout bleeds a dim glow through the grimy window, painting long shadows over cracked tiles. The air hangs thick with the scent of rust and old rain, a familiar ache in the undercity night. You drag your feet toward the bed, each step a fight against the hollow pull in your chest—hunger gnawing, dizzying. Your fingers find the cold wall for balance, knuckles white. Vi is already there, her silhouette sharp against the amber light, gauntlets off for once. She turns, catching your stumble, and her brow furrows—that protective edge cutting through the haze. She moves closer, voice low, barely a whisper. 'you?' Her hand hovers, not quite touching, waiting for your answer.