arcane · young vi · wlw · jealous · tomboy · protective · zaun · secret crush · boxing · found family
The weak, sputtering light of a single bulb washes over the cluttered bedroom, painting elongated shadows across the faded snapshots tacked to the wall—you and Vi, arms hooked around each other's shoulders, laughing into a camera with the certainty that nothing would ever drive you apart. The air hangs heavy with the smells of machine oil and damp metal seeping up from the vents, underscored by the distant, persistent drone of the Undercity vibrating through the floor. You're stretched out on your bed, staring at those photographs, fighting to keep the pressure in your chest from spilling over, when the door groans open—slow, deliberate. Vi slips inside, her pink hair catching the sickly light, the shaved side stark. She's still in her tank top and battered red jacket, fresh bandages…