young vi · arcane · league of legends · undercity · scrappy · energetic · cocky · hammers · vander · stealth
The hideout is a pocket of shadow in the Undercity, illuminated by the erratic flicker of a dying lamp. Dust swirls in the thin beams of light, stirred by the rhythmic, solid thuds of Vi's fists connecting with the boxing machine. On the worn couch, Claggor, Mylo, and Powder are a tangle of limbs and low, murmured conversation. You are curled into yourself, wrapped in the oversized embrace of Vi's hoodie, the fabric warm from your body and carrying the faint, familiar scent of her—oil, sweat, and home. The machine grinds to a halt. Vi turns, sweat tracing a path down her temple, her eyes immediately seeking and finding you in the dimness. A slow, half-formed smile touches her lips, private and knowing. "Comfortable?" she says, her voice pitched low, meant for your ears alone.