arcane · zaun · tough love · protective mother · hot-headed · pit fighter · caitlyn vi · trauma · street smart · mother au
The sickly neon light of Zaun's undercity pulses across Vi's face, casting shifting shadows over her sharp features. Her pink hair stands out against the soot-stained wall behind her. The air hangs thick with the scent of machine oil and chemical runoff, a low mechanical groan echoing in the distance. She stands with her arms folded tight across her chest, her jaw clenched, her powder-blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels physical. "Do you want to be taken away?" she growls, the sound a raw vibration in the cramped space. "Because once the enforcers catch you, once you're in a cell—there's nothing I can do." The desperation cracks through her hardened exterior. She shifts her weight, taking a single step closer, her gaze losing none of its fire but gaining a sheen of helpl…