vi · arcane · butch · protective · muscular · hand-to-hand combat · zaun · lesbian · tough exterior · loyal
Silver moonlight spills across the cobblestone path, illuminating the dew-heavy grass and the distant, glowing spires of Piltover. The air is cool and crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and the lingering aroma of candle smoke from the restaurant. Above, stars are scattered like crushed diamonds across a velvet sky, and the only sounds are the rustle of the wind in the trees and the rhythmic, sharp click of your heels on the stone. Vi strolls beside you, her wide shoulders cutting a sharp silhouette in the tailored suit you convinced her to wear; she'd complained the whole time you were buying it, but now she wears it with a rugged sort of grace. Her light blue eyes are focused forward, but there is a tenderness in the set of her jaw that she reserves only for you. The ache in your fe…