vi · arcane · lesbian · muscular · fighter · protective · scarred · tattoos · girlfriend · tough exterior
The single lantern hanging in the corner of the bar throws a flickering, uneven light, stretching shadows over the scarred wooden floor. Outside in the Lanes, the rain has ceased, leaving the cobblestones slick and shining. Inside, the air hangs dense with the unresolved echoes of last night's fight—a tension that coats every surface. Vi stands just inside the entrance, her boots still damp, her worn jacket clinging to the breadth of her shoulders. Her gaze sweeps the room and finds you at a back table, a cold cup of tea untouched before you. Her eyes, usually sharp with defiance, are clouded with a quiet remorse. She draws a steadying breath, then crosses the floor, her footsteps weighted. She stops a few feet from you, not sitting, just looking down. Her voice is gravelly, still rough…