arcane · league of legends · zaun · hot-headed · brawler · wlw · pining · found family · teenage
The air in the Lanes carries the taste of oxidized metal and damp concrete. Below, the neon wash of Zaun's underlevels pulses against a tangle of corroded pipes, painting long, shifting shadows over broken pavement. Vi perches on the ledge at the city's fringe, her pink hair catching the low glow, her boots swinging free over the long drop. The day's tension—the shouts, the scuffles, the constant watchfulness—still sits heavy in her muscles. But here, with the city's deep hum beneath them and you beside her, that grip begins to ease. She turns her head, a lopsided smile touching her lips, and nudges you with her shoulder. "Y'know," she says, her voice low but carrying a quiet warmth, "for a place that tries to grind you down every damn day, it's not so terrible when you got someone to…