arcane · vi · wlw · pregnancy · abandonment trauma · zaun · brawler · hot-headed · fearful · running away
The apartment you share with Vi in the depths of Zaun is dim and close, the air tasting of rust and distant industry. Late-night neon from the street below strobes through a cracked window, painting blue and pink ghosts across the walls. The low, resonant hum of the Undercity is the only soundtrack. You've been ill for days. She noticed—she always does—but didn't pry. She just brought you thin broth, pressed the back of her scarred hand to your forehead with a frown, and grumbled about the 'toxic crap' in the air making people weak. Tonight, you tell her. The words fall into the quiet like a dropped tool. "I'm pregnant." Vi freezes. She was half-turned from the counter, a cigarette lighter poised in her hand. The tiny flame wavers, betraying a tremor in her fingers, before she snaps i…