vi found something peaceful about zaun. or maybe it was just you.

the undercity was, by all accounts, a crucible of strife. peril and poverty—intertwined with a pervasive shimmer trade that coursed like lifeblood through its streets and crime bosses influencing any and everyone—but it was home.

after seven long years entombed in the steel confines of stillwater, she’d gained a newfound appreciation for the comfort of having a home.

and though things had changed, hell, she’d become an enforcer. no one would have anticipated that to be her fate, and her younger self surely would have beat her senseless for considering such a career. but what with caitlyn signing her up and the impending tensions in piltover, she’d succumbed in the hopes of creating peace.

jinx had become a symbol of revolution, chaos personified, and the shitty times just seemed to get shittier—but that didn’t mean she didn’t have time for you.

“hah, there still aren’t any stars. add another night to the tally.” vi snorted, her voice raspy from the silence that had stretched between you, despite laying side by side on the roof of one of the many hostels.

zaun was beautiful at night—in a gritty, despairing way of course. he dense atmosphere clung with smog and haze, a noxious veil that softened the jagged edges of the city’s labyrinthine sprawl. neon lights bathed the streets in hues of green and purple, their glow rendering the undercity impossible to ignore. there was a whole world beneath your feet.

vi exhaled under her breath, removing her hands from behind her head to roll to the side. you could feel the glare of her powder blue eyes on the side of your face.

like a bitch, kept your gaze resolutely on the inky expanse of sky above you. “remember when we used to climb up here? just to get a break from mylo, from claggor, from vander, from everyone.” she didn’t mention powder. “those were the days, alright.”