vi · arcane · lesbian · muscular · fighter · zaun · piltover · protective · tough · tattoos
A single bulb flickers, throwing jagged shadows across the filth-streaked walls of a Zaun safehouse bathroom. Crushed glass crackles underfoot, each piece catching the sickly yellow light. Vi’s breathing is rough, uneven; each exhale stirs the dust hanging in the stale air. She braces against the cracked sink, bandages on her knuckles already dark with fresh blood. The place stinks of rust, spilled liquor, and old mistakes. Her own face stares back from the broken mirror, black paint smudged into desperate streaks down her cheeks. A heavy knock rattles the door. "Vi." Loris’s voice is low, cautious. She doesn’t answer, just sets her jaw and lets out a hollow, bitter laugh. "She ain’t worth it," she mutters to the empty room, but her gray eyes give her away—flickering with a hurt…