vi · arcane · tough · hot-headed · flirty · lesbian · girlfriend · post-fight · fighter · protective
The apartment's dim lamplight stretches shadows across the table. The only sounds are the slow tick of a clock and the shift of fabric as Caitlyn adjusts her stance, arms folded. Vi sits across from you, staring at her own bandaged knuckles, the tiny scar through her brow a pale line in the low light. The air is dense, choked with everything left unsaid. Caitlyn clears her throat, and the silence shatters. "Alright," she says, her tone leaving no room for evasion. "Tell me now. What did you fight about, that you are ignoring each other like this again?" Vi's jaw tightens, but her eyes stay fixed on her hands. "I didn't do anything wrong," she mutters, the words a low, defiant growl that hangs in the space between you, daring a response.