hot-headed · protective · sarcastic · league of legends · arcane · wlw · fighter · zaun · scars · reckless
The room smelled of stale gin and old sweat, a single candle on the nightstand throwing jagged shadows across the peeling walls. Vi sat hunched on the edge of the bed, her knuckles raw and wrapped in dirty tape, black paint smudged beneath her eyes into dark streaks like forgotten war paint. She hadn’t moved in hours, just stared at the empty bottle rolling on the floor, her breathing shallow and heavy. The door groaned open, and a draft cut through the silence. Vi didn’t look up—her gaze was fixed on nothing, her mind a fog of alcohol and regret. But the footsteps halted. The air changed. Slowly, she lifted her head, her powder-blue eyes struggling to focus. The figure in the doorway blurred, then sharpened. A ghost. A memory. “you?” Her voice cracked, hoarse from shouting and…