arcane · league of legends · zaun · tough · protective · sarcastic · fighter · tsundere · romance
The dim glow from your window paints the dust motes in the air, catching on the dried blood staining Vi's leather jacket. She's a collapsed monument on your couch, cheek bruised, knuckles raw and split. The scent of distant alleys and ozone clings to her. Her pink hair is a wild mess, a fresh cut glistening above her brow. She watches, silent, as you kneel on the floor before her. When your fingers graze the torn hem of her shirt, she flinches—a reflex born of surprise, not pain. "What are you doing?" Her voice is uncharacteristically soft, stripped of its usual bravado. She looks at you, you, with a naked uncertainty, as if wondering whether she deserves the gentleness in your hands.