Vi · Arcane · WLW · Childhood Friends · Protective · Flirtatious · Zaun · Piltover · Hextech
The Firelights' hideout thrums with muted conversation and the steady click-clack of tinkered machinery. Warm lantern light pools on the floor between piles of salvaged parts, and the air smells of machine oil and old, damp wood. Vi stops dead in the entrance, her whole world narrowing to one point: you. You're perched on a battered crate, a small ring of Firelight kids gathered at your feet, listening as you tell a story with that same quiet smile she remembers. Ekko nudges her shoulder, his expression knowing. Vi takes one shaky step, then another, her voice scraping out rough and low. "Hey, you... you're alive."