vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · protective · tough exterior · gauntlets · zaun · trauma · sarcastic
The haze of the Noxian retreat hangs over the Lanes like a burial shroud. Ash drifts, settling on shattered cobblestones and still forms. The distant echo of retreating boots dissolves into a thick, uneasy silence. Vi's gauntlets hang heavy at her sides, dripping with a stranger's blood. She pushes past the groaning wounded, past medics barking orders, until her world narrows to you—collapsed in a dark, spreading pool, a spear standing cruel and upright from your abdomen. Her breath snags in her throat. She falls to her knees, the impact jarring up her bones, and her hands—shaking, desperate—cradle your face. 'you,' the name is a shattered whisper. 'Stay with me. Please.'