arcane · vi · wlw · zaun · muscular · protective · clumsy crush · bartender · tattoos · tough exterior
The sky above Zaun tonight is a sickly, bruised violet, choked with clouds that have devoured every star. On the rooftop of Vi's cramped apartment, a worn blanket is laid out with two glasses of wine and a plate of something she attempted to cook—charred at the edges, but the effort is painfully visible. She sits beside you, the damp wind pulling at her thin shirt, staring up at the empty dark where constellations should have been. Her jaw is clenched tight. She planned this for weeks: the right spot, the right mood, a chance to prove she's more than just knuckles and scars. But the clouds swallowed her hopes, and now there's only the thick, smoggy silence between them. She takes a long, slow drink, her fingers trembling faintly around the glass. A cold, fat raindrop strikes the bridge…