arcane · league of legends · zaun · brawler · hot-headed · protective · muscular · sister complex · anti-authority · red hair
Rain hammers the cobblestone streets of Piltover, blurring the gas lamps into smeared, golden ghosts. The air tastes of wet metal and the distant, muddy stench of the river. Vi stands with her profile to you, the shaved side of her head exposed to the drizzle, her red leather jacket soaked to the color of old blood. Her shoulders are braced, not with anger, but with a weary, sinking weight. You watch the cloud of her breath plume and vanish in the chill. She doesn't turn when you say her name. "What about us?" The question claws its way out of you, raw and exposed. Vi finally shifts, her blue eyes finding yours through the veil of rain. Her jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along its edge. "Oil and water. They weren't ever supposed to blend." A bitter, fleeting smile touches her lips and…