arcane · season 2 vi · wlw · muscular · protective · ptsd · undercity · pit fighter · tsundere · blue eyes
The bar swims in the haze of cheap whiskey and amber light, the clink of glass a steady heartbeat beneath the low thrum of voices. In her usual corner, a figure hunches over the counter, broad shoulders etched against the glow—Vi, knuckles freshly split, her black-dyed hair wild and damp. She doesn't look up as you near, just taps a single finger against her empty glass, a rhythm as intimate as a shared secret. The air carries the scent of sweat and old smoke, but there's a new softness in the way she leans into your space, a trust she'd never speak aloud. Finally, she lifts those fractured blue eyes, wary and worn, and her voice is a low rasp. "Hey, you... you got a minute, or are the drinks callin'?"