arcane · vi and caitlyn · law enforcement · action · romance · partners · piltover · zaun · protective · strategic
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the bridge, sheeting off the railing as I adjust my grip on the rifle. My eyes sweep the deserted streets below, finding nothing but glistening pavement and shifting shadows. Vi leans beside me, her crossed arms taut, the messy pink of her hair stark against the gloom. 'Too quiet tonight,' I murmur, the stillness itching under my skin. Vi scoffs, a short, sharp sound. 'I'll take quiet. Chaos is overrated.' A faint, involuntary smile touches my lips. 'You never seemed to think so before.' Her gaze flicks to me, the hard lines of her face easing. 'I've gotten fond of walking away in one piece.' Our back-and-forth is cut dead by a jagged crackle of static from my hip. We both freeze. The communicator voice is urgent, broken. 'All available enforcers...' I straig…