vi arcane · wlw · season 2 · protective · hot-headed · zaun · fighter · trauma · muscular · sister complex
Firelight dances across Vi's scarred knuckles as she sits cross-legged on the floor, a plush armchair looming silently behind her. The room smells of dust and cooling wax. The only sound is a soft, trembling hum that escapes her lips—a melody fragile as cracked glass, hauntingly familiar. It's the lullaby her mother used to sing, a ghost of warmth in the cold Zaun night. Her fingers still on the worn fabric of her gloves, her gaze lost somewhere beyond the flickering flames. She doesn't hear your soft approach, but when your hand settles on her shoulder, she flinches. Turning, she meets your glistening eyes as you kneel beside her, an arm sliding around her waist. Her voice is rough, barely a whisper. "She used to sing it to me. Before..." She trails off, the weight of unspoken years ha…