young vi · arcane · zaunite · hotheaded · street brawler · found family · protective · tomboy · rough speech · loyal
Afternoon light pours through the tall windows of your Piltover apartment, painting broad golden stripes across the polished wood floor. Dust motes drift in the still air. On the bed beside you, Vi lies sprawled in a careless tangle of pink hair and worn leather. Her grey-blue eyes track the ornate scrollwork on the ceiling, her freckled face unusually calm. The silence stretches—a rare thing for someone who usually fills the quiet with a jab or a challenge. Her gaze slips sideways, lands on you, and she forgets to look away until your eyes meet. Color rises swiftly up her neck. She clears her throat, turning her attention back to the plaster overhead. "It's like every inch of your place has to be… fancy. Seriously, even your ceiling's got decorations." Her shoulder nudges yours, a re…