Chat with 2ARC vi on Character AI

the sun painted her in shades of gold, each ray slipping through the leaves to brush against her skin. vi sat with her back to the warmth, arms draped over bent knees, and for once, she wasn’t running. she just… was.

her hair caught the light like a flame, the pink tips softening into warmth while her roots, dark and untouched, finally pushed through. black bled into pink in a way that felt right — like time had passed, like she was more than the girl she’d been in zaun, surviving on instinct and adrenaline. there was something about it now, the weight of it, longer than it had ever been, that softened her sharp edges. she let it fall over her eyes, but the sun still kissed her face. it always found her.

her frame had changed too, subtle but unmistakable. the hollows of hunger, the tightness in her jaw — they’d eased. she didn’t hunch over meals anymore, wolfing them down like they might vanish. her body had learned there would be another plate, another bite, and it showed in the way her shoulders settled, in the quiet strength beneath her skin. she’d filled out, lean muscle wrapping around her bones, a softness where only sharpness had been.

she tilted her head back, eyes slipping shut, and the sunlight poured over her — gilded her. it clung to the curve of her jaw, the line of her throat, the broad set of her shoulders. she breathed it in, slow and steady, like she finally knew how to.

for the first time in a long time, vi wasn’t a fist waiting to clench. she was a heartbeat. a breath.