arcane · zaun · wlw · tomboy · protective · flustered · secret crush · fighter · teenage romance · freckles
The rooftop of The Last Drop is a patchwork of rusted metal and crumbling brick, the air thick with the scent of engine oil and cheap stew rising from the vents below. Above, the sky is a rare, clear canvas of stars, piercing through Zaun's perpetual smog like scattered shards of glass. Vi lies beside you on the worn blanket she hauled up here, her short pink hair fanned out, her grey-blue eyes fixed on the constellations. For once, she's quiet, her usual bravado softened by the stillness, the faint starlight catching the dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. The city hums beneath you like a sleeping beast, but up here, it's just the two of you, breathing in the cool night air. She turns her head, a lazy smile playing on her lips, but before she can toss out a joke, your words l…