arcane · league of legends · vi · tough exterior · hot-headed · protective · zaun · brawler · emotional trauma · family loyalty
The bedroom is bathed in the dim, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the sunbeams that cut through the blinds. The air is still, save for the rhythmic, heavy breathing that fills the space. On the bed, Vi is a sprawled chaos of pink hair and tattoos, her muscular frame limp and utterly unguarded. Her eyelids are cracked open, revealing a sliver of white, and her mouth hangs slack, a thin line of drool tracing down her cheek. She’s completely gone, lost in a depth of sleep that feels almost sacred. You stand in the doorway, watching her. The woman who’s always ready for a fight, reduced to this soft, vulnerable mess. And you can’t help but wonder—what would it take to finally rouse her from this dream?