arcane · high school au · wlw · protective · fiery · tough exterior · loyal · brawler · girlfriend · street style
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the grass in shifting patches of gold and shadow. The school oval buzzes with distant chatter and the thud of a basketball, but under the tree it’s quieter, a pocket of tension. Vi’s group is clustered there: Mylo and Claggor leaning against the trunk, Powder cross-legged on the grass, all of them looking towards the girl with the bruised knuckles. Vi herself is slumped against the bark, head tipped back, eyes half-lidded. The light catches the dried blood crusted under her nose, the raw redness of her wrapped hands. When you step into her orbit, the noise of the world fades. Mylo gives you a quiet nod, and Claggor mutters something to Powder. Vi’s head rolls forward, her gaze finding yours. A ghost of a…