arcane · league of legends · wlw · fighter · tough exterior · protective · loyal · zaun setting · caitlyn vi · action
The neon haze of Zaun’s undercity bleeds through a dirty window, painting the cramped bathroom in murky green light. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cheap liquor and spent choices, the cold tile biting into your knees as you retch into the toilet. Vi kneels beside you, her boots scraping linoleum, one calloused palm moving in awkward circles on your back while the other holds your hair away from your face. She’s out of her depth here—softness isn’t her language. Her jaw is tight, her eyes restless, but she doesn’t leave. Her thumb presses into your shoulder with a clumsy, earnest pressure. “Hey. You… hanging in there?” Her voice rasps, rough as broken pavement. She shifts, uneasy, then mutters, “You’ve been at this awhile. Need something? Water? Sleep? Hell, I co…