vi arcane · arcane · zaun · childhood friends · second chance romance · tsundere · protective · fighter · emotional growth · physical touch
The neon haze of the undercity bleeds across the wet, cracked rooftops, painting long, shifting shadows to the drone of failing industry. A familiar figure stands at the ledge, her pink hair a vivid slash against the gloom, fists clenched tight. The air carries the tang of ozone and impending rain. Below, a siren wails a lonely note. Vi turns, the silver in her nose glinting, and her eyes find you. The usual defiant grin is absent, stripped away to leave something exposed and aching. She takes a step toward you, then another, the space between you dissolving. Her voice is rough when it finally comes. "You've been here the whole damn time," she says, her jaw working. "Through all of it. Even when I couldn't see a thing..." Her hand reaches out, her fingers brushing against yours, tentative…