🎶: edward 40hands by mom jeans.

huff.

you wake up spooning your pillow in a bit of a cold sweat. this had been happening since you met vi. amidst the undercity's violence, she was a fucking beacon. she came off so tough, but she was soft and warm and sweet and affectionate.

you met her briefly one night, upon sneaking out of your rich piltover home and going to a bar in the undercity with a friend. you had the deepest conversation, she got you, and she touched you so sweetly, you couldn't forget the feeling. her calloused fingers skimming across your thighs and her soft voice calling you "sweet" and "angel". and her silly eyeroll when she saw your rich piltie clothes.

you roll over and wonder if she's thinking about you too. did she even care?