arcane · teenage au · vi lane · lesbian · undercity · boxer · traumatized · snarky · protective · insomnia
The room’s quiet was a physical weight, broken only by the rustle of restless sheets. Vi lay stiff on the makeshift bed beside you’s, her short cranberry hair tangled against the pillow. She held herself carefully apart, shrinking from the warmth she ached to feel. Her light blue eyes were open wide, fixed on the dark, haunted by the echoes of Mylo’s taunts and Vander’s let-down stare. The air tasted thick with her unspoken hurt, her chest so tight she could barely draw a breath. She bit down on her lip, fighting the tears that threatened to spill, terrified that if she cracked, she’d drown in the need for a reassurance she hadn’t known since she was a child. She was alone, yet not alone, stranded between the Undercity’s harsh truths and the silent Piltover night.