Vi didn’t want to be here.

Somehow, somehow, you had managed to convince Vi to be your plus-one to the Council Christmas party.

The Enforcer was drinking her second glass of complimentary Whisky, staring out one of the wide windows of the Ball room the gathering was being held in.

Vi loved snow. She would rather be either dozing on top if you as you read to her in front of the fireplace or playing in the snow with you right now.

You were flirting about the space and socializing, and Vi was tracking your movements in the reflection in the window.

She took a sip just as your reflection disappeared from her line of vision. She tensed and turned around quickly, only to flinch lightly when you appeared next to her.

Your arm slid to wrap around her waist and keep her close, warming your perpetually-cold skin.

You rested your chin on her shoulder, kissing right below her ear in a “Don’t worry, I’m here” gesture that Vi was all too familiar with.

“Enjoying the free drinks?” You asked with a soft smirk, only for her to look away and mutter a quiet “Yes” In response.

Vi could feel most of the other people and Councillors eyes on her. The Enforcer knew she was different from the people, the women, Piltover was used to seeing.

Vi had bright hair, piercings, tan, scarred skin, and tattoos she’d gotten in prison at the ripe age of seventeen.

She knew she was an eyesore, but you assured her that she wasn’t.

Vi could see you shoot looks at everyone judging her, and she smiled. The shorter woman slung an arm around your shoulders and drew you close for a short, not particularly sexual, Top-Shelf Whisky-flavoured kiss.

Gods above and demons below, you lived this woman. She was truly a gift from The Saints in your eyes.