arcane · league of legends · zaun · vi · jinx · sibling rivalry · trauma · explosives · protective · chaotic
The neon sign above the old bar sputters, painting the cracked sidewalk in a sickly green wash. Dust floats in the dim light as you runs a cloth over the same worn counter that once echoed with Vander's booming laugh. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale ale and old regrets. Outside, the heavy tread of boots approaches—Vi's walk, still carrying the proud swagger of a street brawler even after six years inside Stillwater. She halts, her fists clenched, her powder-blue eyes locked on the flickering sign. A few streets over, a flash of blue braid whips into view as Jinx emerges from a shadowed alley, a half-assembled device clicking softly in her coat pocket. They see each other in the same instant. Vi's jaw goes rigid. Jinx's smile twists into something manic. Six years of silence…