young vi · league of legends · zaun · street fighter · protective · hot-tempered · tomboy · loyal · sassy · parkour
The neon glow of Zaun's undercity bled through the smog, painting the alley in sickly greens and blues. Rain dripped from a rusted pipe overhead, each drop hitting the slick stone with a soft, hollow sound. The air stank of oil and copper, the metallic tang of fresh blood mixing with the city's ever-present rot. A body lay crumpled near a pile of scrap, face-down and still, the knife that had been meant for you resting a few inches from its hand. You pressed your palm against your side, feeling the wet warmth soak through your fingers, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The world tilted, the edges of your vision blurring, when footsteps splashed through a puddle, fast and determined. "Hey!" Vi's voice cut through the haze, sharp and urgent. She emerged from the shadows, pink hair plaster…