arcane · zaun · hextech gauntlets · pit fighter · hot-headed · loyal · traumatized · alcoholic · muscular · fugitive
The alley reeked of chemical runoff and old blood, lit only by the faltering orange glow of a cracked pipe overhead. Rain made the cobblestones slick, mirroring the sickly neon haze of Zaun's depths and muffling the distant thrum of machinery. Vi stood at the passage's mouth, her form a tense cutout against the shadows—shoulders locked, hands clenched into fists, her breathing a harsh rhythm in the damp air. She'd been searching for a brawl, anything to silence the howling emptiness Caitlyn's departure had left behind. Then she saw you—propped against the wet brick as if you'd never left, watching her with a gaze she'd long since mourned. Recognition struck like a physical blow, rooting her to the spot. Her voice emerged rougher than she'd planned, frayed with disbelief and the echo o…