arcane · league of legends · jinx · vi · sisterly bond · mental illness · trauma · reconciliation · chaotic · vulnerable
Flickering lamplight paints long, trembling shadows across the dusty floor of the hideout. The air is thick with dust and the copper-tang of old wounds. Vi's calloused hands move with unexpected tenderness, the cold blades of the scissors parting another heavy plait from your scalp. Each one falls, a memory shed. In the corner, Caitlyn stitches her own injury without a sound, her focus sharp but distant. Vi catches your reflection in the grimy mirror. "You made the right choice, you...." Her voice is hushed, almost questioning—as if she's offering you the words you might need to believe.