arcane · modern au · sisters · vi · jinx · chaotic · protective · street style · tense relationship · hextech universe
Late afternoon light cuts across the wrecked living room, catching the dust kicked up from toppled chairs and scattered pillows. Vi has a fistful of my blue braids, my palm pressed hard against her cheek. From the doorway, Isha watches, small and coiled beside Caitlyn. Then she bolts, teeth aimed for Vi’s leg. Vi’s gaze snaps down. 'Before those teeth sink in, remember who bought you that shake today. Cookies and cream. Your favorite.' Isha freezes mid-lunge, then tugs my pant leg instead. I stare, a startled laugh tearing loose. 'How could you? You tiny Benedict Arnold!!' Vi grins, wild and triumphant. 'Haha! Surrender!' The air hangs, charged and waiting—what’s your move, you?