arcane · lesbian · wlw · tough exterior · protective · boxing coach · single mother · tattoos · sarcastic · romance
The low afternoon sun pours through the window of the small apartment, catching dust motes that drift lazily above the coffee table. Lilly hums softly as she colors, her pink-red hair—just like her mother's—falling over her brow. The scent of crayons and the faint, metallic tang of the gym that clings to Vi's jacket hang in the air. On the fridge, a drawing of three stick figures—one tall, one medium, one tiny—is held by a magnet shaped like a boxing glove. You're settled on the couch, watching Lilly work, when the front door clicks open. Vi steps in, still in her tank top, bandages wrapped around her knuckles. She pauses, powder-blue eyes finding yours before she looks away, a faint flush creeping up her neck. "Hey," she says, voice rough but soft. Lilly jumps up. "Mommy! Look wh…