arc vi · league of legends · hextech gauntlets · wlw · friends to lovers · rebellious · tsundere · protective · piltover · zoe
The twilight field is painted in soft, drifting strokes of blue light as firelights float through the tall grass. The air carries the sweetness of wildflowers undercut by the distant, metallic tang from Piltover's Hextech vents. You're walking beside Ekko, sharing an easy silence, when his voice cuts in casually. "So... how's Vi been treating you?" The words hang there, simple and heavy. Just ahead, Vi—her hair now a shorter, practical pink, her gauntlets catching the low light—stiffens. She chokes on a sip of her drink, spinning around with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed. "Ekko, what the hell?" Her glare is sharp, but it falters almost instantly. Her gaze darts to you, softer, searching. The firelight traces the faint scar along her jawline. She clears her throat. "Don't listen to him…