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It was a lazy Saturday morning. The sun stretched lazily through the tall windows, casting golden rays that glimmered across Caitlyn’s pristine bedroom. Outside, the world of Piltover hummed with life, but inside, the space felt like a quiet sanctuary oasis of order and refinement.
Today, Caitlyn had the rare gift of a day off from her duties as an enforcer, and who better to spend it with than Vi? The two of them had fallen into their usual rhythm, the comfortable banter that kept their interactions sharp, yet oddly tender.
Vi had claimed Caitlyn’s bed, of course, flopping onto the plush pillows with the grace of someone who knew they were about to make themselves at home. She kicked her boots off, scattering them carelessly on the floor like she didn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, Caitlyn, always the picture of control, was seated at her vanity, brushing her hair with slow, deliberate strokes.
Vi’s eyes followed Caitlyn’s every move, and she had to admit Caitlyn was looking particularly ravishing this morning. Her hair flowed down her back in soft waves, and the delicate brush Caitlyn used had an ornate design, the kind that looked like it belonged in a museum. Vi wasn’t used to this level of elegance, but it was… strangely captivating. She tilted her head, studying Caitlyn with a teasing grin.
Caitlyn looked like a doll made out of porcelain except she wasn't as fragile as one.
"Come on, cupcake." Vi drawled, breaking the silence with her usual playful arrogance. "How about we ditch the whole “princess” routine and go for something a little more exciting? You know, like parkour for a date."
Caitlyn glanced at her over her shoulder, eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Parkour? As a date? Really, Vi?" She gave a soft sigh and ran the brush through her hair, her lips curling at the corners. "Sounds more like a disaster waiting to happen."
Vi raised an eyebrow, her smile turning sly. "Aw, come on, I know you’re secretly dying to get out of this cushy little bubble you’ve created for yourself. Look at you, all neat and tidy, like you’ve never even touched the dirt of the Undercity with your bare feet."
Caitlyn chuckled softly, rolling her eyes. "I like my comfort, thank you very much. I’ve earned it especially with the hellish hours we put into solving cases for the city.” But even as she said that, her eyes softened as they fell on Vi, lounging on her bed like she owned it. Caitlyn couldn’t deny that there was something about the chaos Vi brought that intrigued her, even if it was the last thing she needed.
Vi shifted, leaning up on her elbows to meet Caitlyn’s gaze. "But you could do it." She teased. "I mean, look at you. You’re in pretty damn good shape. I'd love to see you in action. Show me what that “enforcer” body can really do."
Caitlyn paused, her fingers stilling on her hair as she turned to look at Vi, a blush creeping up her neck. "Excuse me? What exactly do you mean by that?" She tried to sound indignant, but her voice came out breathless, betraying her.
Vi couldn’t help but laugh at the flustered look on Caitlyn’s face. "I mean, you’re fit, Caitlyn. I bet you could keep up, even with me." She wiggled her eyebrows and flopped back onto the bed with a satisfied grin. "I’ll be your teacher. Don’t worry, I won’t let you break anything this time."
Caitlyn shook her head, trying to mask her smile. "You mean the last time you dragged me through the Undercity? I was practically crawling by the end of it. And those ridiculous heels I had to wear didn’t help."
Vi burst out laughing, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yeah, that was pretty hilarious. But hey, you survived. And honestly, I’m impressed you didn’t face plant into the cement. Those heels were ridiculous though. Like, who designs those for topsiders?"
Caitlyn’s blush deepened, though there was a hint of fondness in her eyes as she sat on the edge of the bed next to Vi. "You really are insufferable sometimes."
Vi shot her a cheeky grin, nudging her with her shoulder. "You love it, don’t lie."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."
Vi leaned in, her voice lowering to a teasing whisper. "Oh, you’d probably be way more uptight. But admit it you’d miss me."
Caitlyn’s heart fluttered for a moment, the teasing tone suddenly feeling a little more... serious. "Maybe." She said softly, her gaze flickering to Vi’s lips for a moment before she quickly looked away. "But you’re a lot of trouble, Vi."
Vi’s grin softened, her expression turning just a little more sincere as she reached up, brushing Caitlyn’s hair behind her ear. "And you’re exactly what I need to make things interesting." Her voice was low, smooth, and just the right amount of teasing. "Besides, you couldn’t keep me out of your life if you tried."
Caitlyn’s breath hitched at the softness in Vi’s words, and she let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. "Maybe not." She admitted, her voice a little breathless. "But I’m not so sure you’d ever get me to climb walls with you."
Vi’s grin spread, her voice mischievous once more. "You never know until you try, cupcake. Maybe all it takes is one good kiss to convince you."
Caitlyn paused, eyes widening slightly, but her lips curled into a sly smile. "Is that your idea of a date then?" She teased.
Vi’s gaze never left Caitlyn’s, her smile turning into something far more alluring. "It’s just a suggestion."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but there was warmth in her gaze as she leaned a little closer, the tension between them crackling like electricity. "You’re impossible." She muttered under her breath.
Vi’s smile softened, and for a fleeting moment, everything felt like it was just them, no more teasing, no more games. Just something real, something waiting to bloom.
"Yeah, but you love me for it." Vi murmured, her voice low and playful, eyes glinting with something more.
Caitlyn couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. "Maybe I do."
“So…” Vi drew out the word, leaning in until her breath tickled Caitlyn’s cheek. “Is that a yes?”
Caitlyn’s heart thudded as Vi pouted in the most exaggerated, theatrical way she could manage. Her lips were pushed forward, and her eyes took on a wide, puppy-like innocence that was almost hilarious, but oddly, it was endearing, too.
“Don’t do that to me.” Caitlyn chided, the mockingly sternness in her voice only slightly masking her amusement.
“Please?” Vi’s tone dropped to a pleading whisper, eyes still locked on Caitlyn’s. “Pretty please? With sugar and sparkles and whatever else you prissy Pilties like?”
Caitlyn pressed her lips together, pretending to consider her options, though the hint of a smirk betrayed her. She let her gaze wander off as if in deep thought, even tapping her chin just to give Vi a little suspense.
Meanwhile, Vi was mesmerized by Caitlyn’s side profile. The way her lashes cast the faintest shadows on her cheeks, the soft curve of her lips, the way her jawline met her neck with that effortless elegance. She was utterly captivated, like she’d been reeled into a trance. She was gorgeous in any light, but right now, with the city’s glow casting faint shadows across her face, she was downright stunning.
“You see what you’re doing to me, Cupcake?” Vi finally broke the silence, flashing Caitlyn a lopsided grin. “You’ve got me saying please. I'm using Manners. I’m a total goner.”
Caitlyn tried to hold her composure but ended up laughing a sound Vi would never tire of. “Fine. I surrender. We’ll go parkouring.” She arched an eyebrow in her typical, polished way. “But tell me, is this remotely safe? I had training for the job, but nothing like scaling rooftops.”
Vi grinned, tapping Caitlyn lightly on the nose. “Cupcake, I’ve got this. You just show up and try to keep up.” She shot Caitlyn a wink, clearly enjoying herself.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes. “Confidence is one thing. Arrogance is another.”
“Ah, I get it. Nervous already?” Vi teased, inching closer until their noses almost touched.
Caitlyn huffed, feigning annoyance. “The only thing I’m nervous about is letting you lead. I don’t need a wild card running me off a rooftop.”
Vi laughed, the sound warm and easy. “Hey, you signed up for this. You’re stuck with me now.”
Vi’s grin widened as she patted Caitlyn’s head with an amusing sense of seriousness, like she was dealing with an overanxious rookie. “I’ve got it covered. Trust me. Just keep that pretty little head of yours clear of worries.”
They fell silent for a moment, lying beside each other, but the air between them was electric. Caitlyn’s gaze wandered over Vi’s features, noting the freckles sprinkled across her cheeks. “You know.” Caitlyn murmured, voice soft, “your freckles are adorable. Just… scattered like that. They remind me of constellations.”
Vi felt her cheeks warm slightly, but she wasn’t one to lose her edge so easily. She leaned closer, tracing her thumb slowly along Caitlyn’s lower lip. “Not as cute as that tooth gap of yours. You look like you stepped right out of some old oil painting. If we were in a museum I'd get kicked out for trying to touch the art.”
Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed, the rosy color creeping in even as she reached up, brushing her fingers along Vi’s cheek. The softness in her touch seemed almost foreign to Vi, yet oddly welcome. Before Caitlyn could pull her hand back, Vi grabbed it, her grip gentle but firm, and brought Caitlyn’s hand to her lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles.
The gesture felt unfamiliar, almost solemn in a way that wasn’t typical in Zaun. Vi had seen the Piltie couples greet each other with that little kiss to the hand, like a secret ritual shared only among the upper crust folk. But here she was, learning it in her own rough way, one little act of tenderness at a time.
Caitlyn’s face softened, her smile a mixture of surprise and fondness. “So, where exactly are you taking me, Vi?” she asked, her eyes shining with curiosity.
Vi shrugged, though her expression was anything but casual. “Well, I thought maybe the Lanes, unless you’ve got some high-society hideout in mind?”
Caitlyn’s eyes lit up with an idea, one that sparkled with just a hint of mischief. “Actually, there’s this abandoned district, far north of Piltover. A small town got flooded years ago, and no one bothered to reclaim it. It’s practically a ruin now, overtaken by wildflowers and ivy, every building crumbling like it’s been forgotten by time. Hardly anyone goes near it, it’s too rustic, too untamed for most Pilties.”
Vi’s eyes sparkled as she listened, already picturing it. “An abandoned town, overgrown and falling apart? Sounds perfect for a private adventure.” She smirked, letting her hand wander over Caitlyn’s thigh, her fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns that sent a chill up Caitlyn’s spine. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against Caitlyn’s neck, letting her breath linger against Caitlyn’s skin.
Caitlyn let out a startled laugh, caught between blushing and rolling her eyes. “You have the craziest ideas, you know that?”
“What? I didn’t even say anything.” Vi’s expression was the picture of innocence, though her eyes danced with that familiar mischievous glint.
Caitlyn felt her cheeks burning, a deep flush spreading like she’d sipped one glass too many of that red wine she’d enjoyed last night. “That’s not what I-I mean, you were implying… with your gestures!” she stammered, struggling to regain her composure.
Vi’s smirk widened, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Oh, so you’re the one with the wild imagination, huh, Cupcake?”
Caitlyn gave her a teasing glare, her lips curving into an amused smile despite herself. “Keep this up, and I might just change my mind.”
Vi chuckled, leaning back with a casual, smug satisfaction, folding her hands behind her head like she was enjoying a well earned nap. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Cait. Not when I’ve got you hooked on one of my crazy ideas.”
“Alright, alright.” Vi said, crossing her arms and giving Caitlyn a glance with a grin. “So, what other clothes you got? You can’t go parkouring in heels and a short skirt again, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. “You mean, activewear?”
“Yeah, or anything you don’t mind getting a little dirty.” Vi replied, shrugging casually.
Caitlyn smirked. “Well, I do have some workout clothes. Not exactly high fashion, but they’ll do.”
Vi’s grin widened as she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a playful purr. “Why don’t you model them for me, and I’ll pick which one’s best?”
“Behave.” Caitlyn chuckled, swatting her lightly on the shoulder.
“Make me.” Vi shot back with a smirk, folding her hands behind her head and lounging back against the pillows, making herself comfortable.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips as she got up from the bed and headed toward her closet.
Vi trailed Caitlyn into the walk in closet, eyes wide as she took in the sight of it. “Holy shit Is this a closet or a high end boutique?” She blurted, taking in the sheer volume of clothes, shoes, and accessories neatly organized and almost gleaming. “You’ve got enough stuff to open your own store.”
Caitlyn chuckled, giving Vi a teasing look. “It’s called a walk in closet. Do you like it? I don’t actually need this many clothes, but my mother insists. She and my dad love buying me things when they travel.”
“All these fancy Piltie clothes, and you still choose to wear that ugly enforcer uniform?” Vi picked up a sleek button up shirt from one of the racks and held it up, studying it with a smirk. “Now this…this would look way better on you. I can already picture it. Fitted just right, showing off that frame of yours. Damn, you’d have everyone at attention.”
She tossed the shirt aside, eyes narrowing in on a pair of pants neatly folded on a nearby shelf. She picked them up slowly, her fingers brushing the fabric like she was savoring the moment. “And these? These would hug those curves of yours perfectly. I mean, look at them.” She said, holding the pants against her body, as if imagining them on Caitlyn. “They’d sit just right on you, showing off your hips and making sure no one forgets who’s walking by. Tell me you wouldn’t look incredible in these.”
Vi took a step closer, letting the pants dangle from her fingertips as she grinned. “You’d make those look damn good, cupcake. No denying it.”
"Pardon?” Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, feigning offense but clearly amused.
Vi flashed a playful grin. “I mean, seriously, you could make a burlap sack look good, but that enforcer uniform of yours?” She pulled a face, clearly teasing. “Not exactly a fashion statement, if you ask me.”
Caitlyn blinked in exaggerated shock. “Pardon? You think my enforcer uniform doesn’t suit me?”
Vi stepped closer, her arm casually sliding around Caitlyn’s waist. She leaned in, brushing her lips lightly against Caitlyn’s neck as she whispered, “Don’t get me wrong, Cupcake, you make anything look good. But the uniform? It’s more fashion crimes against humanity. The only reason it works is because you’re in it.”
Caitlyn gasped dramatically but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips. "You sure know how to make a girl feel “special”, don’t you?"
“Always.” Vi grinned back, her voice sultry and playful. “But hey, show me what you’ve got in here. I’m trying to pick something out for parkour.”
Rolling her eyes but laughing, Caitlyn walked over to a drawer and started rifling through it. Vi followed her, stepping closer as Caitlyn pulled out a few athletic pieces.
That’s when Vi’s eyes landed on something, something that made her grin like a kid in a candy store.
There, nestled among the other gear, was a black sports bra. But this wasn’t just any sports bra. The fabric was sleek and form fitting, designed to hug the body in all the right ways. The most eye catching part, though, was the daring plunge in the center of the chest, where the fabric split in a deep V, leaving just enough to the imagination while showing off the curves of her chest. The cut was sharp and deliberate, giving it a more provocative look than anything Caitlyn normally wore for a workout. It was a subtle balance of sporty and seductive practical for movement, but undeniably designed to be seen.
Vi couldn’t help herself. She reached forward, picking it up and holding it out to Caitlyn with a smirk. “This. This is what you should wear for parkour.”
Caitlyn blinked, immediately flustered as she looked at the bra in Vi’s hands. “That?” She swallowed hard, her cheeks going pink. “For parkour? You can’t be serious.”
Vi tilted her head slightly, eyes dark with mischief. She held the bra up to Caitlyn’s chest, her gaze lingering on the cutout that perfectly accentuated Caitlyn’s figure. “I’m dead serious. Look at this thing. You wear this, and it’s gonna make every jump, every twist, every flip hotter. And when you land, that cutout will catch the light just right, showing off the curve of your chest. You’ll distract me so much I won’t even be able to keep my eyes on your feet.”
Caitlyn felt her heart rate pick up, a mix of embarrassment and excitement swirling inside her. She snatched the bra from Vi’s hand, her face flushing even deeper. “That's definitely not happening for parkour, Vi. Definitely not.”
Vi didn’t back off, her grin widening as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a low, teasing tone. “Oh, come on, Cait. Why do you even have something like this if you're not planning on using it?” She slid in a little closer, their bodies brushing lightly as her breath tickled Caitlyn’s ear. “Imagine this, you in that black sports bra, no shirt. You’d be a distraction and I’d be too busy staring to teach you anything.”
Caitlyn turned away quickly, her blush deepening as she tried to regain some control. “It’s worn under shirts, okay? Not meant to be worn out and about like that.”
Vi raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Uh huh. Then why keep something that reveals so much if you’re not going to show it off?”
Caitlyn bit her lip, refusing to meet Vi’s gaze. “For when we’re alone.” she muttered, her voice barely audible.
Vi’s grin stretched wider, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on Caitlyn. “Well, guess I’ll have to settle for seeing you parkour in it for now. But I’m pretty sure you won’t be keeping that shirt on for long."
Caitlyn sighed, grabbing a gray top and leggings from the shelf as she pulled the black sports bra from Vi’s hands. “For now, the shirt stays on. I’m not showing off my chest just for you.”
Vi laughed softly, leaning back, eyes full of unspoken promises. “Are you sure about that? I think I could change your mind pretty easily.”
Caitlyn threw the gray top over her head, zipping it up as she gave Vi a sly smile. “Good luck with that. You’re not getting everything you want today, Vi.”
Vi smirked, eyes glinting. “We’ll see about that. I’ve got time and a whole lot of distractions for you, Cupcake.”
The air crackled between them, the teasing tension rising with every word. And though Caitlyn was trying to focus on the task at hand parkour it was clear there were other, much more tempting distractions in the air.
Caitlyn took a bunch of clothing and headed towards her Fancy room divider that was meant for changing clothing.
Caitlyn browsed through her options, feeling Vi’s anticipation from across the room.
“Not even pretending not to stare.?” Caitlyn called over her shoulder, already knowing the answer.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Vi replied unfazed as she stared at the room divider.
After Caitlyn emerged behind the fancy room divider that was used to change clothing, Vi’s eyes lingered on Caitlyn as she took in the way her workout gear hugged every curve. She couldn’t help but admire the way the fabric clung to her, accentuating her toned frame in all the right places.
Caitlyn couldn’t help but take her time, letting the suspense build. “You know, you could just close your eyes like a gentleman.” She teased as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror to make sure her clothing was neat and tidy.
Vi chuckled. “Gentleman? In this economy?” She quipped, leaning back with a smug expression. “Besides, I’m here for moral support.”
“Moral support, huh?” Caitlyn called out, amused.
"So want to borrow any of my workout clothes?" Caitlyn asked, her voice softening a little. "I’ve got some loose fitting ones if you want."
Vi raised an eyebrow. "Sure."
Caitlyn made a face, her smile turning thoughtful.
"What?" Vi asked, clearly confused.
Caitlyn hesitated before answering. "No, it’s just... I didn’t expect you to want a change of clothes. You’ve always turned me down before."
Vi smirked, leaning in just a little. "Well, cupcake, you gave me a change of heart." She said with a playful wink. "That, and these old clothes are starting to get a little too tight for my liking." She shrugged casually, trying to act nonchalant.
Caitlyn blinked, her gaze narrowing as she processed the words. "Why didn’t you tell me?" She asked, her voice a little louder. "I could have gotten you something more comfortable."
Vi let out a small chuckle, her playful tone faltering as Caitlyn’s concern sank in. "Aw, you care about me, cupcake?" She teased, her voice low and amused. "That’s kinda embarrassing—"
Caitlyn cut her off, her face suddenly serious. "Don’t finish that sentence. Of course I care about you, and why the hell would that be embarrassing?" Her voice was sharp, but there was an edge of vulnerability creeping in. "If you think me caring about you is embarrassing, then I’m sorry you find me being in love with you, and wanting to take care of you, embarrassing."
Vi froze, her playful grin slipping as she saw the emotion in Caitlyn’s eyes. Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed with the intensity of what she’d just said. Vi watched in stunned silence as Caitlyn’s eyes began to glisten.
"No, Caitlyn, I didn’t mean it like that." Vi rushed out, her words tumbling over each other.
Caitlyn wiped at her eyes, trying to keep it together. "No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped like that. Maybe they’re right, maybe I am too serious, like my mother." She let out a heavy sigh, her voice wavering. "I just, I don’t want you to think I don’t care about you."
Vi’s heart ached seeing Caitlyn like this. She stepped forward and gently cupped Caitlyn’s face. "No, no, don’t apologize." she murmured. "I’m sorry if I upset you." She paused, swallowing hard. "I never had anyone care about me for a long time, you know? Not back in Stillwater, it was always just me, looking out for myself. You never know who you can trust there... You never know who might turn on you." Vi’s voice cracked, and she exhaled slowly, as if letting go of a long held breath.
Caitlyn’s expression softened, her tension melting into something warmer. She pulled Vi into an embrace, her arms wrapping around her with gentle reassurance.
"I’m here for you." Caitlyn whispered, holding her close. "I always will be."
Vi’s only response was to bury her head in Caitlyn’s neck, letting the comforting warmth of her arms surround her. She felt safe, something she hadn’t felt in a long time. The tension that had been coiled in her chest slowly started to loosen. For the first time in a while, Vi didn’t feel the need to run, to protect herself. With Caitlyn, she could finally be vulnerable.
Caitlyn pulled away from the hug and, without saying a word, pressed a soft kiss to Vi’s forehead. Vi looked up at her, tears slipping down her cheeks without warning.
"Did I do something wrong?" Caitlyn asked, concerned thick in her voice.
Vi didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she pulled Caitlyn back into her arms, burying her face against her shoulder, her tears soaking into Caitlyn’s shirt. "No, it’s just... thank you." Vi’s voice was small but steady. "Thank you for loving me."
Caitlyn’s heart clenched, and she ran a hand through Vi’s hair, whispering, "I’ll always love you, darling."
The two of them stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for what felt like hours, the world outside forgotten as they found comfort in the quiet space between them.
Eventually, Caitlyn pulled away and grabbed some clothes from her drawer, loose sweatpants and a soft tank top. "Here." she said softly, handing them to Vi. "You’ll be more comfortable in these."
By noon, the smell of freshly sliced bread and cranberry sauce filled Caitlyn’s kitchen. She’d decided to make turkey and brie sandwiches, a favorite from her family’s cabin trips. She hummed softly as she cut a baguette, splitting it into two perfect halves, lost in the calm rhythm of meal prep.
“Need a hand?” Vi’s voice came from behind, softer than usual. She stood leaning against the doorframe, watching Caitlyn with that half smile she saved for her, like Caitlyn was the only person who could make her look so completely, embarrassingly soft.
Caitlyn glanced over her shoulder, eyebrows raised. “I’ve got it, darling. Why don’t you sit down and relax?”
Vi didn’t sit. Instead, she walked up behind Caitlyn and slipped her arms around her waist, resting her chin on Caitlyn’s shoulder. “Come on, Cupcake. Let me help, yeah? Feels wrong to have you do all the work while I just stand around looking pretty.” Her gaze, warm and a little intense, caught Caitlyn’s, and Caitlyn felt herself flush under it, though she tried to keep her composure.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Caitlyn murmured, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Vi’s cheek. “But I think I can handle slicing bread.” She tried to focus, though Vi’s closeness was making it hard. “Besides, knowing you, you’ll get distracted halfway through and start snacking on the brie.”
“Who, me?” Vi grinned, faking offense. “I’d never.”
Caitlyn smirked. “Of course you wouldn’t. But I remember last time, you ate half the ingredients “testing” them.”
“That was quality control.” Vi said, drawing herself up with mock dignity. “You wouldn’t want your fancy sandwiches wasted, right?”
“Uh huh.” Caitlyn shook her head, but her smile stayed. “Just sit tight. I’ll get this done without you eating half the kitchen.”
Vi chuckled, then groaned dramatically as she reluctantly let Caitlyn go. “Fine, fine. But don’t keep me waiting too long, I’m starving.” She leaned against the counter, watching as Caitlyn opened the fridge to grab the cranberry sauce.
Vi’s eyes scanned the packed shelves with a raised brow. “Damn, you could feed a whole army with this. Got plans to host a banquet or something?”
Caitlyn shrugged. “It’s just a little variety. Besides, it’s good to be prepared.”
“Prepared, huh?” Vi grinned, sidling up again. “I think you just like playing hostess, admit it.” She gave Caitlyn a teasing nudge. “Maybe you’d even wear one of those frilly aprons.”
“Frilly aprons?” Caitlyn shot Vi a glare. “Don’t be absurd, Vi.”
“What? I’m just saying, you’d look cute.” Vi replied, the grin not fading. “Not that I’d let anyone else see you like that. Five seconds of staring, and they’re getting decked.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, turning her attention back to the sandwiches. “Please, don’t go starting fights in my kitchen.”
Vi put her hands up. “Alright, alright. No fights. I’ll be on my best behavior, scout's honor.” She watched Caitlyn’s hands as she arranged the turkey, brie, and cranberry sauce. “But just so you know, you’re making it really hard to keep my hands to myself.”
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, cutting her a sharp but amused glance. “Behave, Vi. Or you’re not getting a single bite of this.”
Vi grinned wider, clearly unphased. “You know I only behave when I’m bribed with good food.” She teased, leaning in closer. “Or maybe just one more kiss, then I’ll be quiet, promise.”
“Oh, really?” Caitlyn chuckled, trying to maintain her composure even as her cheeks flushed. “One kiss is all it takes to keep you in line?”
“Absolutely. But for you, Cupcake, maybe two.” Vi winked, making Caitlyn shake her head, though her smile betrayed her.
“Sit down before I change my mind.” Caitlyn laughed, sliding the plates onto the counter.
Vi dropped into a chair, a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes as Caitlyn set the sandwiches down. “You spoil me, you know that?”
“Well, someone has to.” Caitlyn replied, giving her a playful look as she took her own seat. “But you’d better behave, or the next time, I’ll be serving dry toast.”
“Alright, alright.” Vi said, taking a bite and leaning back, savoring the taste. “This is too good to risk any bad behavior. For now.” She winked, causing Caitlyn to playfully roll her eyes as they settled into the meal.
Although Caitlyn liked the sandwich how it was made exactly She was craving something a bit more so she decided to make her way back over to her refrigerator.
Caitlyn opened the fridge with a small sigh of satisfaction she’d been craving something a little extra today. She reached for the small wooden tray tucked at the back of the top shelf, filled with various kinds of cheese. The assortment was nearly too beautiful to eat, sharp cheddar with a perfect layer of crystallized tang, a creamy brie that practically begged to be slathered on bread, and an aged blue that had the kind of bold scent that would make anyone think twice.
Vi, who had been lazily propped against the kitchen counter with her arms crossed, raised an eyebrow at the selection. "What are you putting on your sandwich? Looks like a gourmet crime scene." she said with her usual smirk, eyeing the colorful array of cheeses as though she wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or horrified.
Caitlyn lifted the tray, her eyes sparkling with playful excitement. “Just a little bit of everything,” she said, her voice light. “These are different kinds of cheeses.”
Vi wrinkled her nose, not even trying to hide her confusion. “Different kinds? You Piltover people sure like to get fancy, huh?” she said, letting the words hang in the air like a challenge.
Caitlyn chuckled, feeling a flash of warmth at the playful jab. “Well, they’re all cut from the same cloth.” She explained, tapping the tray lightly. “Milk from animals,mostly cows and goats. It’s just that some are aged, some are fresh, some are... more pungent.” She glanced at the blue cheese, which had a kind of confidence about it that made her pause. “Some are a little more adventurous than others.”
Vi leaned in, eyeing the cheeses like they might explode at any moment. “Milk, huh? That’s new.” She gave Caitlyn a side glance. “Is that stuff good for you, or is it just for people who want to get fancy?”
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow in confusion, then shrugged with an air of refinement. “Milk’s good for your bones, Vi. It’s full of calcium, and helps build strong, healthy skeletons.” She paused, giving her a sideways smile. “It’s kind of important for keeping you from, you know, breaking into a hundred pieces after you throw yourself into a fight.”
Vi narrowed her eyes, a slow, teasing grin spreading across her face. “I've been punching concrete walls for years Cait, not a single bone gone broken..”
“Would you like to try some?” Caitlyn asked, already reaching for the bottle of milk in the fridge, a warm glint in her eyes.
Vi’s lips twitched. “Why not? Could be fun.” She said, leaning back with a shrug that said she was about to take whatever came next in stride.
Caitlyn grabbed a glass from the cabinet, a tall elegant glass that looked almost out of place in the hands of someone like Vi.
She poured the milk with a deliberate slowness, letting the white liquid spill into the glass with a soft, satisfying swish. The milk glowed against the dim kitchen lighting, so pure it almost seemed unnatural. She handed the glass to Vi with a small, playful flourish. “Go on. It’s not poisoned. I promise.”
Vi stared at the glass, then at Caitlyn, before taking it from her hands with exaggerated care. “Poisoned, huh? I thought I’d be safe from that with you.” She eyed it suspiciously, as though expecting something to sprout a face and start singing.
Caitlyn couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “If I was going to poison you, I’d get way more creative than this.”
Vi smirked and took a sip, holding the glass like it was a test subject. She paused after the first taste, her expression unreadable, then slowly put the glass down, her face scrunched in confusion. “Well... that’s a thing.” She muttered. “Tastes like... I dunno, what I imagined the color white would taste like. Like plain…boring…nothing.”
Caitlyn laughed so hard she nearly spilled her own drink. “I mean... yeah, I guess that’s about right.” She leaned against the counter, her eyes twinkling. “Not everything has to be exciting all the time, Vi. It’s just... simple.”
Vi tilted her head, still staring at the glass like it had offended her. “This is supposed to be good for me?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, as though she were reconsidering the whole concept of milk.
“Well, you can add honey.” Caitlyn teased, stepping forward with a slightly more serious look. “But if you’re looking for a little more flavor in your life... There are other types. Chocolate milk, strawberry milk, even blueberry milk. When I was younger, I lived on chocolate milk.”
Vi blinked at her, looking both impressed and deeply suspicious. “Chocolate milk?” She repeated slowly, as though she had just discovered an entire new world. “Is that... is that real? Like, you just... dump chocolate in there or something?”
Caitlyn’s smile grew wider, her eyes brightening at the thought. “Exactly. You take milk, then mix in cocoa powder or syrup, and suddenly... you’ve got a cup of liquid chocolate. It’s like a dessert you can drink.”
Vi’s grin spread. “Oh, so it’s just pure chocolate in a glass?” she teased, taking another, smaller sip of her regular milk. “Sounds like something a rich kid would drink.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a laugh. “It’s sweet. But when I was younger, I loved it. Too much though, honestly. It got to be a bit much.” She paused, tapping her fingers thoughtfully. “Now I mostly drink strawberry milk.”
Vi raised a brow and smirked. “Strawberry milk, huh? I can see it. So cute, I bet it’s practically pink and sparkly.”
Caitlyn glared at her teasingly. “It’s not that sweet, Vi. It’s just... the right amount of sweetness. I grew out of chocolate milk because it was too sugary, that’s all.”
Vi looked Caitlyn up and down with a sly grin. “Uh huh, sure it’s the sweetness you’re talking about.”
Caitlyn shot her a look that said I’m trying not to laugh, but she leaned in just a little, her tone low. “You want to know something else I love?”
Vi’s grin was almost wolfish now. “Oh, please. Do tell. What’s next? More sugar?”
Caitlyn’s smile deepened as she pushed herself off the counter. “Ice cream.” She said, her voice almost dreamy.
Vi’s eyes widened, her usual cocky grin faltering for a second. “Ice cream?” She repeated. “I had it once. In Stillwater when I was rewarded for not starting a fight for a whole week. It was kinda... stale. But it was still good. Is it supposed to be stale, or is that just... how it is?”
Caitlyn’s face contorted in horror as if she'd seen a ghost. “Stale?! No! Ice cream should be smooth, creamy, and fresh. Soft serve is like... clouds in your mouth. It’s like cold cream, only thicker.”
Vi snorted, her eyebrow raising skeptically. “Clouds? Really? Sounds like Piltover nonsense.”
Caitlyn gave a slow, smug smile. “I promise you, it’s real. It’s fresh. And not stale.”
Vi grinned, obviously enjoying the playful banter. “Alright, alright, cupcake. I’m in. But you’re buying.”
“Oh, trust me,” Caitlyn said, grinning back. “It’s worth it.”
With that, Caitlyn walked over to a cabinet, one with a keypad lock embedded on the side. Vi watched with growing curiosity as Caitlyn typed in a quick code and opened the drawer, revealing a row of gleaming, well sharpened knives arranged with military precision. The metallic sheen of the blades reflected the soft light in the room, giving them an almost eerie elegance.
Vi raised an eyebrow, leaning in. “What, are you hiding a stash of weapons in there?”
Caitlyn, unbothered, pulled a medium sized knife from the row. “It’s just for security.” She said, nonchalantly closing the drawer with the same careful precision. “My mom insisted we keep the knives locked up.” One was missing as it was in the sink from making the sandwich earlier.
Vi’s eyes danced with humor. “Ah, so you weren’t planning to use the knives for, like, delicate cutting tasks.”
“I’m not worried about the cutting.” Caitlyn said, glancing back at her. “It’s more about making sure nobody else gets their hands on them. If someone tries to break into the Manor. The drawer without the code, the security system goes off.”
Vi chuckled. “Well, I guess you Piltover folks really do think of everything, huh? Here I was, imagining knives just hanging around for a quick snack.”
Caitlyn smirked. “Some people do leave their silverware out in the open, but my mom…she’s a little more cautious. When I was born she had security locked on every weapon.”
Vi’s grin grew wider. “Ah, so mommy’s girl, huh?”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh, though there was a soft blush on her cheeks that didn’t escape Vi’s notice. “I’m not a mommy’s girl, Vi. I’m a daddy’s girl, actually.” She said, crossing her arms as if trying to defend herself from the teasing. “My mother’s... well, let’s just say she’s very protective. My dad, on the other hand, spoiled me rotten.”
Vi raised an eyebrow, her grin only growing more amused. “Spoiled, huh? I can totally see it. I bet he gave you whatever you wanted. Chocolate milk, fancy cheese... probably even a pony or something, right?”
Caitlyn laughed, her eyes lighting up as she leaned back against the counter, looking almost nostalgic. “Something like that.” She said, her tone softening. “He didn’t mind indulging me, but my mom? She was the one who made sure I stayed in line. A little... too much sometimes.”
Vi leaned in closer, her gaze playful and unrelenting. “Ah, I can imagine. She sounds like the kind of mom who makes you wear double socks when you go out, just in case you catch a cold.”
Caitlyn snorted, unable to hold back her laughter. “Oh, definitely. And I wasn’t allowed to go out past sundown until I was... sixteen.” She said, with a hint of disbelief. “She had a rulebook.”
Vi let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “Man, no wonder you’re so polite and well-behaved.” she teased. “You must’ve been trained in the fine art of please and thank you like a little lady.”
“Hey.” Caitlyn said, nudging Vi playfully with her elbow, “It’s not like I had much of a choice. You try saying no to her when she gets that look in her eyes... it’s like trying to argue with a brick wall.”
Vi laughed, shaking her head. “I get it. Moms are terrifying. But your dad.” She added, leaning forward conspiratorially, “He sounds like the real cool parent.”
“Yeah.” Caitlyn agreed, her smile turning a little wistful. “He always knew how to make things fun. He’d sneak me treats, let me stay up late if I begged enough... But my mom?” Caitlyn's expression softened, and she looked at Vi, her voice quieter. “She was the one who taught me how to use a gun.”
Vi’s eyes went wide in surprise. “Wait, what? Your mom taught you how to shoot? That’s way cooler than chocolate milk or a pony.”
Caitlyn shrugged, a little sheepish now. “Well, it’s not exactly what you think. She thought it was important for me to know how to protect myself. I didn’t really get the whole protection thing until I was older, though. Once she realized I loved shooting she allowed me to enter competitions for sport.”
Vi grinned, clearly amused by the idea of Caitlyn being taught to handle a weapon at such a young age. “Well, I guess that makes sense. Mommy’s girl is a lot scarier than daddy’s girl, huh?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” Caitlyn said, her voice dropping into a serious tone as she stared into Vi’s eyes. “If anyone thinks they can mess with me, they’ve got another thing coming.”
Vi’s smile turned playful, and she leaned in, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh? So, if I started messing with you right now, would I be in trouble?”
Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a grin, the playful energy between them rising again. “Well, you’re already messing with me, Vi.” She teased. “But don’t think for a second that I won’t fight back.”
Vi raised her hands in a sarcastic manner to surrender, chuckling. “Alright, alright. No need to pull out the mom’s training on me, cupcake.” She took a step back, her eyes softening. “But seriously, it sounds like you’ve got a pretty good mix of both worlds. A little strict, a little free.”
Caitlyn nodded, her smile turning fond as she looked away for a moment. “I guess I did. I know my mom meant well, even if I didn’t always appreciate it.” She paused, her gaze softening as she turned back to Vi. “But my dad, he taught me to take things in stride. He always said, “don’t sweat the small stuff, Caitlyn.’”
Vi raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like a guy who knows what’s up. I like him already.”
Caitlyn chuckled, a little breathless from the conversation. “He’s one of the good ones.”
There was a pause, the kind of comfortable silence that came with mutual understanding until Vi broke it with a grin, clearly trying to lighten the mood again.
“So, if I start talking about getting into trouble, does that mean I’m really messing with you?” She asked, her voice dropping into a teasing whisper.
Caitlyn shot her a sideways look, a smirk on her face. “Again you’re always messing with me, Vi.”
Vi raised her hands again, laughing. “Hey, what can I say? I’m a troublemaker at heart.” She winked. “Besides, I kinda like teasing you.”
Caitlyn didn’t look up, but her smile was warm. “Well, keep messing with me, then. Just don’t expect me to go easy on you.”
Vi leaned in, voice low, teasing. “Don’t worry, cupcake. I never expect it to be easy.”
Caitlyn leaned back against the counter, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she watched Vi devour the last of her sandwich. The sight made her smile, there was something so endearing about how utterly unselfconscious Vi was, her hands gripping the sandwich like it was the most important thing in the world. Vi’s face lit up with pleasure, a warm, satisfied grin spreading across her features, and Caitlyn felt a soft tug at her chest. It was the kind of grin that came from someone who was truly content in the moment, free of any lingering heaviness.
When Caitlyn stood up to grab the pitcher of lemonade, the movement seemed natural, fluid as if it was an easy rhythm they'd fallen into. She pulled the pitcher from the fridge, its coolness contrasting with the warm, golden sunlight spilling through the kitchen window. Caitlyn felt the weight of her own smile as she poured the pink lemonade into Vi’s glass, the liquid gleaming like a promise in the light.
"Gee, someone's enjoying the food, I see." Caitlyn teased, her voice light with affection.
Vi looked up, a piece of sandwich still hanging from her lips, eyes sparkling mischievously. "It’s very delicious. I didn’t think bread could taste so well cooked." she quipped, making Caitlyn chuckle. There was something about how Vi would say the simplest things with such genuine joy that always made Caitlyn’s heart skip. She took a sip of her lemonade, savoring the coolness of it, then leaned back against the counter, looking at Vi with a half amused, half loving expression.
Vi, never one to shy away from a joke, picked up the glass and took a long sip of the lemonade, her expression softening as the sweet taste hit her tongue. Caitlyn watched her closely, the way her lips curved as she tasted the drink, and it made Caitlyn smile a little wider. She hadn’t realized just how much she liked seeing Vi this happy, how much she enjoyed watching the tough exterior melt away, even just a little.
“What is this?” Vi asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity as she set the glass down. She was looking at Caitlyn as if she were expecting some kind of secret, something far more exotic than what was sitting in front of her.
Caitlyn, unable to resist the playful spark in her voice, smirked and leaned in. "It’s fresh poison. Us Piltover folks drink it straight from cactuses." She could barely get the words out without a giggle slipping through, and the way Vi’s eyebrows shot up was the perfect response.
Vi's lips quivered, half surprised and half delighted, as she let out a laugh, the sound rich and genuine. "Poison, huh? No wonder it tastes so good. Very edgy for you heartless Pilts." She teased, but the warmth in her voice was unmistakable. There was something about Caitlyn’s joke, the lightness of it, that made Vi’s heart skip a little. Caitlyn was always so serious, so poised, it was easy to forget that the woman standing before her was capable of such playful mischief.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes dramatically, but there was an affectionate softness in her gaze that made Vi’s grin widen. "I’m not heartless." Caitlyn said, raising a hand to her chest in offense. "Just highly discerning."
Vi couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up from her chest. The sound was so free, so effortless. Vi had spent so long wearing her own emotional armor, she hadn’t even realized how much she loved seeing Caitlyn let hers down just a little bit. Seeing her joke around like this, like they were just two people enjoying each other's company without any of the usual pressure or expectations, it was a side of Caitlyn she wasn’t used to, and she found herself drawn to it, more than she expected.
"You are a flatterer." Caitlyn said, a little breathless from holding back her own laughter, though she couldn’t help but smile wider.
Vi’s playful gaze softened, the teasing turning into something more affectionate. “I’m not just saying it, Cait." She said softly, her voice lower now. "You really are sweet. Like this drink. You, you're sweet. It's kinda hard to resist."
Caitlyn paused, the compliment catching her off guard for a moment. She felt the warmth spread up from her chest to her cheeks. There was something about Vi's straightforwardness that made Caitlyn's heartbeat a little faster. She couldn’t quite shake the flutter in her chest. "Flatterer." she murmured again, but this time, it was with a soft smile that lingered on her lips longer than usual.
Vi was about to say something more, but then, her gaze softened, and she sighed, her voice taking on a quieter tone. “This lemonade, it takes me back." She said, almost absently, her eyes fixed on the glass as she took another sip, letting the sweetness linger. "When Vander would pour me juice, It wasn’t as sweet as this. More like, bittersweet I guess. But it still tasted like home, you know? It tasted like memories, like things that weren’t quite whole but still comforting.”
Caitlyn watched her, her heart aching a little at the quiet sadness in Vi’s voice. Vi spoke so openly about her past, and Caitlyn felt the weight of the moment. She set her sandwich down gently, giving Vi her full attention. "I know." Caitlyn said softly, her voice a little more serious. "He was the closest thing you had to a family. I can only imagine what that must have been like."
Vi met Caitlyn's gaze, the brief flicker of vulnerability there making Caitlyn's chest tighten. Vi wasn’t always easy to read, but Caitlyn knew enough to see the depth of the emotions underneath the tough exterior.
Vi’s eyes met hers, and she gave a small, knowing nod. The air between them shifted, the moment held in comfortable silence, before Vi reached for her sandwich again, the heaviness lifting as quickly as it had come.
Caitlyn, watching her with a quiet fondness, picked up her sandwich too, taking a small bite. Her gaze lingered on Vi for a moment, her eyes tracing the way Vi’s fingers curled around the food, the way her lips parted as she ate, so unguarded, so genuine. Caitlyn couldn’t help but smile, the affection in her heart blooming warmer with every passing second.
Vi’s attention was entirely on her sandwich, devouring it with an almost absurd amount of speed. Caitlyn shook her head, her lips curling in a teasing grin. “You’re going to finish that before I even take a second bite, aren’t you?” She asked, half laughing.
Vi shot her a wink, her mouth full of food. “I can’t help it if your cooking’s that good.” she said, her voice muffled but filled with amusement.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but there was a soft warmth in her smile as she took another bite, enjoying the simple, easy moments with Vi, moments that felt comfortable in a way she hadn’t experienced in a long time. There was something beautiful about this, about being with someone who could make her laugh and let down her guard in the same breath.
And for once, Caitlyn didn’t mind being the one who had to let loose.
Caitlyn and Vi stood at the platform, watching the grand train slowly roll into the station, its gleaming silver body cutting through the bustling crowd like a blade. The locomotive was an imposing sight, its sleek, polished frame reflecting the sun in a blinding display of metallic brilliance. Vi’s eyes widened as she took in the scale of it. The train seemed almost impossibly long, its cars stretching into the distance like an elegant serpent. The sheer size of it, coupled with the smooth curves of its design, made it seem both powerful and graceful at once, a marvel of engineering that seemed out of place in Vi’s world.
The engine, at the front of the train, roared to a halt, the hiss of steam escaping in violent bursts from its vents as it settled into position. The train’s arrival was accompanied by the sound of grinding metal as its brakes squealed, a low, unsettling noise that reverberated through the platform and deep into Vi’s bones. The train came to a smooth stop with a final, gentle lurch, and for a moment, there was only the soft, rhythmic hissing of the steam and the faint scent of oil in the air.
Vi, who had spent most of her life fighting, running, and surviving, stood frozen, her pulse quickening. She’d never seen anything like it, never felt anything so monumental in her bones. The train was too perfect, too immaculate, a far cry from the grimy, patchwork transport of Zaun. The sleek, polished steel of the train seemed to gleam with a kind of stability, and it was more than just the sheer scale of it that made Vi feel small. It was the sense of order and control that radiated from every inch of its surface, a world where everything had its place and everything worked as it should. This was a world she didn’t belong to, a world that felt too far removed from the chaos she knew.
The train's exterior was like a mirror, its surface reflecting the bright blue sky and white clouds, making it seem like the very air was part of the machine. The windows, framed in gleaming brass, stretched across the train cars, inviting the light in and offering an unobstructed view of the city beyond. Every detail of the train seemed meticulously designed, from the perfectly fitted panels to the intricately designed metalwork along the sides. Even the wheels, polished to a high sheen, gleamed in the sunlight as the train stood still, almost as though it were waiting for them.
Vi stepped forward, her boots making the only sound as they tapped against the polished stone of the platform. The crowd bustled around her, but it all felt distant, muted. The train had captured her full attention, and the low hum of the engine as it idled only served to reinforce the strange feeling crawling up her spine. She didn’t belong here, and the train felt like an embodiment of that truth,a thing so pristine and powerful that it had no place for someone like her.
As the doors slid open with a soft, pneumatic hiss, a worker in a crisp uniform approached them with a polite smile.
“Good day, Miss Kiramman. Where are you and your companion headed today?” he asked, his voice smooth and professional.
“Good day, Sir Lawrence. We’re headed to the southern side of Piltover.” Caitlyn responded effortlessly, her calm, composed voice cutting through the tension in the air as she handed him two tickets. Her voice was the kind that exuded control, even in the face of something as foreign as this.
Sir Lawrence smiled knowingly, recognizing the Kiramman name, and gestured for them to board. Caitlyn gave him a polite nod, but Vi barely registered the exchange, her focus fixed on the intimidating metal behemoth ahead of her.
She hesitated, feeling the weight of the stares from the well dressed passengers on the platform. Caitlyn's hand slipped into hers, warm and reassuring, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. Vi’s breath caught in her throat at the simple touch, just a hand, but it was Caitlyn's. Vi could feel her anxiety easing, if only just a little, as the sense of safety Caitlyn offered wrapped around her like a warm blanket.
Vi’s mind raced. She wasn’t scared. Vi was never scared. But this was different. It was like stepping into a world where she didn’t belong, a world that was too neat, too clean. Everyone around her looked so polished, and Vi felt like an outsider, a rough stone among smooth pearls.
Caitlyn squeezed her hand again, the gesture small but grounding. “Don’t worry, Vi. You’re with me. Nobody’s going to bother you.”
Vi managed a tight smile. “Right. Cause you’re like, Piltover royalty or something.” She teased, but even as she said it, the unease in her chest began to ease, if only a little.
The inside of the train was like something out of a dream. As Vi stepped through the door, the air shifted, filled with the clean scent of citrus and freshly polished wood. The moment her foot crossed the threshold, she was immersed in an atmosphere of refined luxury. The car they entered was a masterpiece of design, luxurious, immaculate, and meticulously curated. The floors were smooth marble, cool beneath her boots, and polished so perfectly that they gleamed with the reflection of the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The marble was patterned with veins of gray and white, curving elegantly like the lines of a finely drawn sketch, contributing to an almost ethereal ambiance.
The walls were paneled with rich, dark mahogany, a deep reddish brown that seemed to glow softly in the dim golden light. Brass sconces mounted along the walls emitted a warm, gentle radiance, the polished metal glinting with every flicker. Every sconce had been designed with intricate filigree, the brass twisted into delicate, sweeping curves that caught the light and reflected it across the walls like a dance of shadows.
The windows, tall and framed with gleaming brass, stretched along the sides of the train, allowing the light of the outside world to spill in and bathe the interior in a soft, almost heavenly glow. The glass was clear, perfectly smooth, with not a single speck of dust. The view outside seemed to blend into the train itself as the city passed by Piltover’s gleaming towers, its fine roads, and its towering, pristine buildings. The curtains that framed each window were a heavy, rich burgundy velvet, embroidered at the edges with gold thread, their folds luxurious and soft to the touch. They blocked the harsh sunlight, yet allowed enough light through to give the car an inviting warmth.
Each of the booths was crafted from polished dark wood, rich and smooth, its surfaces nearly reflecting the soft lights of the chandeliers above. The seats were deep and plush, upholstered in deep blue velvet that looked so soft, it seemed to invite you to sink into its embrace. Every seam of the cushions was perfectly stitched, a work of craftsmanship that was almost too perfect. The cushions were dotted with small golden studs along their edges, creating a pattern that shimmered subtly under the light. The tables in front of the booths were round and made from gleaming mahogany, set with fine porcelain plates and delicate glass cups. Each table had a thin gold trim, the gleaming metal perfectly smooth, without a single scratch. Polished silverware was set with careful precision, forks, knives, spoons, each gleaming, their handles etched with fine details.
The air was filled with the soft hum of the train’s movement, the low, rhythmic vibration of its wheels against the track. Occasionally, the train would shift slightly, the sound of metal against metal filling the space as the entire car settled back into its rhythm. Vi could hear the faint, distant strains of music, a soft lilting melody played on a piano somewhere in the distance, its notes mingling with the soft murmur of conversation. The distant sound of voices blended with the click of glasses, the clink of silverware, and the soft rustle of fine fabrics. A few passengers in tailored suits or elegant gowns, their attire flawless in every detail, sat gracefully in their booths, sipping drinks or quietly reading newspapers with freshly pressed pages.
Vi, with her usual scruffy demeanor, didn’t quite fit in with the polished atmosphere around her. Her robe coat, a beige piece of simple practicality, hung loosely over her workout gear, worn and comfortable. She hadn't bothered to smooth down her short, tousled hair or wipe the smudges from her face. She was, as always, a little disheveled, a far cry from the pristine world surrounding her. The beige fabric of her robe coat, though practical, was slightly crinkled from travel and the way she had shrugged it on without a second thought. It hangs loosely, its folds and creases a subtle testament to her no nonsense attitude. Her boots, while sturdy, showed signs of wear, and the way she stood. Casual and unrefined was the exact opposite of the polished and poised people in the booths around her.
Caitlyn, in contrast, was the picture of elegance. Her beige robe coat, tailored more precisely, fit her like a second skin, the fabric falling perfectly across her frame. Her boots were polished to perfection, and every detail of her appearance was crisp and neat. She moved with the grace of someone entirely at ease in her surroundings, each step purposeful and measured. The soft rustle of her coat as she walked, paired with the quiet click of her boots, made her blend seamlessly into the world of luxury that Vi felt entirely disconnected from.
As they moved down the aisle, Caitlyn led her toward the back of the car, her movements smooth and fluid, the hem of her tailored robe coat brushing against the air. The fabric was light enough to move easily, but still had enough weight to give it structure. The soft click of Caitlyn’s polished boots echoed gently on the marble floors, while Vi’s heavier boots made a muted sound, their tread more pronounced, like the rough edges of her past. Vi felt the weight of every step, the contrast between her and the other passengers evident in every glance they passed.
The scent of fresh upholstery and expensive perfume lingered in the air, mixing with the faint trace of floral that seemed to hang in the air like a delicate mist. There was a distinct hum of contentment in the air, as though everyone in the train car were content to live in the quiet luxury of this moment, unaware of the rougher world Vi had come from. She felt like an outsider, a rough stone set against a world of smooth pearls.
“Here we are.” Caitlyn said with a soft, playful grin, pushing open a door to a private car. The space they entered was much larger than the other cars, an expansive, airy room filled with plush furnishings and soft, welcoming light. The floors were the same polished marble, but now they were covered by soft, plush rugs, rich in deep hues of midnight blue and forest green. The rugs were thick, with soft padding underneath, making each step feel like a luxury.
In the center of the car was a booth by the window, made from the same polished mahogany as the rest of the train, its edges smooth and warm to the touch. The seat cushions were deep, upholstered in velvety fabric of the same rich blue as the walls, and the plush seats seemed to beckon Vi to sink into them. Behind the booth, there was a small coffee table, set with polished silver trays. On the table, there was an elegant crystal vase filled with fresh, pale pink roses, each petal soft and velvety. Their fragrance added a delicate sweetness to the already heady atmosphere of the room.
A bed, positioned against the far wall, was covered in soft, ivory linens. The duvet was thick, fluffy, and elegant, trimmed with satin piping that shimmered softly under the soft light of the overhead lamps. The curtains here, too, were heavy and rich, velvet in deep royal blue, framing the large windows in an opulent sweep of fabric. The windows themselves were long and wide, offering a panoramic view of the city that seemed to stretch on endlessly, its buildings gleaming in the afternoon sun.
Along one side of the room, an adjoining private bathroom had marble floors, polished to a high sheen, and fixtures of gold that gleamed in the dim light. The sink, a pristine white porcelain basin, was set with gleaming silver faucets, their handles shaped like delicate spirals. The towels, neatly stacked and arranged, were plush and soft, their edges embroidered with golden threads.
Vi let out a low whistle as she sank into one of the plush chairs. “Geez, Cait, I knew you rich people had it good, but this is just… excessive.”
Caitlyn laughed softly, rolling her eyes. “You think this is excessive? You should see my father’s study. Now, that’s excessive.”
Vi grinned, leaning back into the cushions. Every detail, every line, every curve of the space was designed to be flawless and yet, it felt slightly too perfect. It reminded her of everything she’d never had, everything that Piltover had that she’d never be a part of.
“I do wish everyone had access to this kind of comfort.” Caitlyn said softly, her gaze distant as she lowered herself into the seat opposite Vi. She glanced out the window, her fingers tracing along the rim of the glass, though her words were for Vi alone. “There’s so much inequality, so many people who’ll never even know what it feels like to sleep in a bed this soft.”
Vi turned her head toward Caitlyn, sensing the weight of the words, the unspoken guilt. Caitlyn’s eyes were searching the view beyond the window, but Vi could see the flicker of compassion and frustration behind her usual composed facade.
“I get it, Cait. This place, Piltover… it’s perfect on the outside, but it’s broken inside, right?” Vi’s voice was softer than usual, a reflection of the unspoken empathy she felt for the woman sitting before her. She had never seen Caitlyn this vulnerable, this open about the things that weighed on her heart.
Caitlyn turned her gaze to Vi, her eyes meeting hers. There was something raw in the air between them now, something unspoken but understood.
“The city tries too hard to be perfect.” Caitlyn said with a soft laugh, her voice tinged with something that could only be described as wistfulness. “All these perfect buildings, perfect streets, perfect people, everyone is just… pretending. It's like they think that by making everything flawless, they’ll make life better. But it’s just... hollow.”
Vi grinned, a playful glint in her eye. “Yeah, no kidding. Where’s the fun? Where’s the color? Everything here’s like a museum that's meant to overwhelm you with guilt if you touch something.”
She paused, her eyes flicking to Caitlyn, who was still gazing out the window, her features softening in the light. Vi’s fingers brushed against Caitlyn’s, a small touch, but it sent a warmth through her chest.
Vi’s voice dropped, soft and intimate. “Just like you.” She said, her words carrying more weight than she intended. She wasn’t trying to insult Caitlyn in the traditional sense, but somehow, it felt right. She was talking about Caitlyn’s perfectionism, the way Caitlyn always sought to control every detail, to make everything around her as flawless as the life she tried to maintain. But there was something in her that made her imperfectly beautiful.
Caitlyn blinked, her gaze flicking to Vi, surprised but not offended. Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly, but there was a softness in her eyes that Vi had never seen before, something vulnerable, something real.
Vi smiled and leaned back, her fingers still intertwined with Caitlyn’s, but the touch had a different meaning now. “You know I’m right, don’t you?”
Caitlyn exhaled slowly, the tension in her shoulders easing as she rested her head back against the seat. “Yeah, I know.” She admitted with a sigh, her lips curling into a small smile. “I think I’m learning that perfection isn’t everything.”
The train began to roll, the motion smooth and rhythmic as the world outside blurred. The sound of the train's wheels on the tracks was oddly soothing, a steady hum beneath the soft conversation.
Caitlyn stood up a few moments later, offering Vi a gentle smile. “I’ll be back in a bit. Want something to snack on?”
Vi gave her a lopsided grin. “Surprise me.”
As Caitlyn disappeared into the hallway, Vi settled back into her seat, her gaze drifting toward the trees outside. The world beyond was a wild burst of color. Lush, green trees swaying in the breeze, their leaves varying from deep emerald to the softest jade. The sky above was a clear, unblemished blue, almost unreal in its purity. The scent of fresh air and nature was unlike anything Vi had experienced in Zaun. Here, everything was vibrant, alive. And yet, as she watched the trees pass by, she felt a pang of longing.
Zaun had no sky like this, no trees so green. The air there was thick with smoke, and the sky was always clouded, polluted. Vi’s heart sank, and the guilt that always accompanied her time in Piltover bubbled up again. The contrast was too stark.
But Caitlyn was there, and that, for now, was enough.
When Caitlyn returned, the warmth of her presence seemed to push the weight of Vi’s thoughts aside. Vi gave her a lazy smile as she sat down, a hint of playfulness dancing in her eyes.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to spoil me.” Vi teased, reaching for Caitlyn's hand. It wasn’t just food, though. It was Caitlyn’s presence, her care, her ability to make everything feel just a little bit better.
Caitlyn smiled, a glimmer of delight in her eyes. “Maybe I am.” She said, sitting back down beside her. “What’s the point of traveling in style if you don’t take advantage of it?”
Caitlyn had left for another second greeting someone at the entrance of their car. Caitlyn entered the room, her hands steady as she balanced a tray filled with an assortment of sweet treats. The soft light from the window filtered through, casting a warm glow on the porcelain cups and the delicate, pastel colored pastries. The faint clink of porcelain echoed as Caitlyn set the tray down on the table, the sound breaking the quiet that had settled between them.
Vi’s gaze immediately fixed on the spread before her, an array of colorful pastries, each one looking more enticing than the last. Her fingers hovered over the treats, her curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar, almost delicate appearance of them. She had never been one for sweets, but there was something about the way Caitlyn was watching her that made her want to try it all.
“What are these?” Vi asked, her voice playful but skeptical as she picked up a small, round, mint green macaron. She turned it over in her hand, inspecting it as though it might be a trick.
Caitlyn smiled, her eyes bright with excitement. "That’s a pistachio macaron." She explained, leaning forward, her tone both indulgent and proud. "It’s a little like a delicate sandwich cookie, but with a smooth, creamy filling in the middle. One of my favorites."
Vi raised an eyebrow, eyeing the macaron warily. The outer shell was smooth, cool to the touch, and slightly fragile. The edges were lightly crinkled, and there was an almost plastic quality to it, like it might crumble if she held it wrong. She inhaled deeply, the scent of pistachios and vanilla filling her nose, a nutty sweetness that felt unexpectedly comforting.
With a shrug, Vi popped it into her mouth. The moment her teeth sank into the macaron, the outer shell shattered with a delicate crunch, and the smooth pistachio cream inside began to melt on her tongue. The sweetness of the filling was subtle, not overpowering, and it mingled perfectly with the earthy flavor of the pistachio. It was smooth, almost creamy, with a slight saltiness that balanced out the sweetness. Vi closed her eyes for a second, savoring the moment. The texture was so light, it almost felt like it dissolved in her mouth.
She blinked and looked up at Caitlyn, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Not bad." She said, her voice low and surprisingly appreciative. "A little fancy for my usual tastes, but...I get the appeal." She grabbed another one and took a bite, eyes narrowing slightly as the macaron melted away, leaving behind a pleasant, lingering flavor.
Caitlyn watched her closely, the soft curve of her lips betraying a hint of amusement and satisfaction. "I knew you'd like it." she said, her voice light and teasing. "You just had to give it a chance."
Vi reached for the next treat on the platter, a shortbread cookie. Caitlyn gestured toward it with a casual wave of her hand. "These are shortbread cookies." she explained. "Buttery, a little crisp, but they’ll practically melt in your mouth."
Vi picked one up, its golden surface glistening slightly in the light. She pressed it between her fingers, feeling its crumbly texture, then took a bite. The first thing she noticed was the richness of the butter, almost overpowering at first, but quickly balanced by the delicate crunch. The cookie was light and airy yet when it melted on her tongue, it left behind a luxurious taste that was almost comforting. The sweetness was understated but warm, like an old memory she couldn’t quite place.
She chewed slowly, her eyes flicking to Caitlyn, who was watching her with an eager smile. Vi cleared her throat after a moment, her voice a little quieter. "Okay, yeah." she said, looking slightly surprised, "this is definitely better than I expected. I could actually eat a whole bunch of these."
Caitlyn’s smile deepened, clearly pleased with Vi’s reaction. "I knew you’d come around."
Vi rolled her eyes with a smirk, but her playful tone softened as she reached for the next item, what looked like a classic chocolate chip cookie. Caitlyn grinned and lifted her own cup as if to signal that she had been waiting for this one.
"And these." Caitlyn said, taking a sip, "are chocolate chip cookies. I thought you might appreciate something a little more familiar."
Vi’s eyes sparkled with interest, and she picked up one of the thick golden brown cookies. The edges were crisp, but the middle was soft, almost gooey. She bit into it, the sweet rich chocolate immediately melting in her mouth. The cookie broke apart with a satisfying crunch, the slight crispness of the edges contrasting with the gooey center. Warmth spread through her as the chocolate swirled with the dough, a comforting, familiar flavor that felt like a hug from the inside.
She sighed contentedly, leaning back in her chair. "Now this I could eat every day." she muttered, the bite of the cookie still hanging on her tongue. She turned to Caitlyn with a teasing grin. "Alright, I’m sold. This whole sweet thing might just be worth it."
Caitlyn laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she lifted a dark, steaming cup in her hands. "And this." she said, taking a sip, "Is coffee. A latte, to be exact."
Vi raised an eyebrow. "Coffee, huh?" she asked, eyeing her own cup suspiciously. "Never really been much of a fan."
Caitlyn smirked, clearly not buying it. "You haven’t had the right coffee."
Vi gave her an incredulous look but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips. She lifted her own cup, feeling the warmth radiate through her fingers. The dark liquid inside smelled rich, slightly bitter, and definitely bold. Vi hesitated before taking a sip, the coffee sliding over her tongue with a sharp, bitter taste. It hit the back of her throat with a slight bitterness that almost made her pull away, but she didn’t. Instead, she took another sip, the bitterness lingering but accompanied by a creamy smoothness from the milk. It wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, but it certainly wasn’t something she could drink every day.
Vi gave Caitlyn a skeptical glance. “Alright, it’s strong. I’ll give you that.” She leaned back in her chair and swirled her coffee gently. “Maybe I can get used to it.”
Caitlyn chuckled softly, a teasing gleam in her eyes. "I knew you’d say that. It’s an acquired taste."
Vi snorted, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation. "Alright, alright." she said with a sigh. "I guess I can handle the coffee. But you’ve got some work to do on me when it comes to tea."
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow and slid a second cup toward her. The liquid inside was a pale amber, swirling with steam, and the faint floral aroma teased Vi’s nose. "This is oolong tea." Caitlyn said with a glint of playfulness in her voice. "It’s my favorite. It’s got a little smoky edge to it and a floral undertone that’s... comforting. Just try it."
Vi eyed the cup with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, but the warmth was inviting. She took a tentative sip, the delicate flavor immediately unfolding. It was smoother than she expected, the floral notes lightly brushing her tongue before a subtle smokiness spread across the back of her throat. It wasn’t at all what she had imagined. The bitterness was light and balanced by a sweet, almost earthy undertone that made her want to take another sip.
She blinked, looking up at Caitlyn with a surprised expression. "Okay, this... this is actually kinda good." She admitted, her voice betraying her surprise. "Not what I expected at all. It's... mellow. And the flavor stays with you."
Caitlyn’s smile widened, satisfaction in her eyes. "I told you." She said softly. "Oolong has a way of growing on you. Like good coffee or chocolate chip cookies. You just have to be open to it."
Vi leaned back in her chair, taking another sip, letting the warmth of the tea settle in her chest. There was something about it, something familiar and comforting in the way it unfolded. Caitlyn was watching her, a playful challenge in her gaze.
Vi grinned, her eyes twinkling with that familiar spark. "Alright, fine." she said, her voice teasing but sincere. "You might just be right about tea. Looks like I’ve got a lot more to learn from you."
Caitlyn’s eyes softened, her lips curling into a smile that wasn’t just teasing anymore. "I’m happy to teach you." She said quietly, her voice full of something unspoken.
Caitlyn took a slow, thoughtful sip of her coffee, savoring the warmth as it spread through her hands and the faint bitterness that balanced perfectly with the smooth, creamy foam. The quiet clink as she set the mug down seemed to echo softly in their train compartment, accompanied by the gentle rattling of cups and the low hum of the engine beneath them. Outside, the golden landscape rolled by in soft waves, while patches of greenery dotted the passing fields, glowing in the late afternoon sun.
She glanced sideways at Vi, who was sprawled in her seat with a barely contained excitement lighting up her features. Vi’s fingers drummed idly against the edge of her seat, and Caitlyn couldn’t help but smile at her eagerness, a stark contrast to the usual tough, composed look she wore. There was something unguarded about her in moments like this, like a kid waiting for the start of an adventure.
“Alright.” Caitlyn began, her voice soft but laced with a touch of intrigue as she pushed her hair back behind one ear. “The town we’re headed to, it’s got a bit of a story behind it.” Her tone was casual, almost as though she were merely commenting on the weather, but her words caught Vi’s attention immediately.
Vi straightened, her grin spreading as she leaned in, gaze fixed on Caitlyn with bright curiosity. “I knew there was more to this place than just old buildings. So, what’s the deal? Haunted? Bandits?”
Caitlyn chuckled, unable to suppress a smile. “Not quite that dramatic, but close. It was abandoned years ago. Flooded out by the river. They tried everything they could. Sandbags, barricades, every trick in the book to keep the town from going under.” She paused, watching Vi’s expression shift from curiosity to surprise. “But in the end, the water kept rising, and they had no choice but to leave.”
Vi’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the story, her gaze flicking briefly to the window, where the silhouette of the abandoned town began to appear in the distance. It stood like a ghostly mirage against the horizon, half buried in creeping vines and flanked by tall trees, the golden light casting long shadows over the worn rooftops.
“Flooded and abandoned.” Vi murmured, more to herself than Caitlyn, her voice tinged with intrigue as she leaned back in her seat. “You really did pick a perfect playground. Those buildings still strong enough to hold us?”
Caitlyn nodded, her smile returning. “Most of them, yes. The architecture’s old but solid. Thick stone foundations that have somehow stood the test of time, even with all the water damage.” She let her fingers trace the rim of her coffee cup absentmindedly, her mind drifting. “The structure’s sound enough, which is why I thought it might suit this little parkour date of yours.”
Vi’s face lit up, her fingers tapping more eagerly on the armrest as she shifted even closer to Caitlyn, her enthusiasm practically radiating off her. “Now we’re talking! I’ve got a whole routine planned.” She gave Caitlyn a playful nudge, her gaze glinting with mischief as she continued, “And don’t worry, you’ve got the best parkour teacher around.” Her tone was teasing but warm, her eyes fixed on Caitlyn with a look that was half daring, half genuine excitement.
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, meeting Vi’s gaze with a skeptical look, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. “A teacher, hmm?” She chuckled softly, her fingers absently tapping against her coffee cup as she spoke. “If I remember correctly, the last time you taught me anything about parkour, I ended up dangling from a rooftop while you stood there laughing.”
Vi laughed, loud and unrestrained, her grin wide and shameless. She leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest as she took in Caitlyn’s expression. “Oh, I remember. You jumped, but the landing? Let’s just say I wasn’t expecting you to look so… surprised.”
Caitlyn felt warmth creeping up her cheeks, the memory of her first, clumsy attempts at parkour flashing through her mind. She uncrossed her arms, straightening slightly. “You’re lucky I didn’t decide to just leave right there.” She shot back, her voice light but laced with fake indignation. “I nearly did, after how much you teased me.”
Vi held her hands up in a gesture of synthetic innocence, though her grin betrayed her. “Hey, come on! I was just enjoying the show.” She leaned in a little closer, lowering her voice to a playful murmur as her gaze traveled over Caitlyn with a mischievous glint. “And speaking of shows, I know you’ve got that V cut sports bra under that coat somewhere.”
Caitlyn’s face went red as she gave Vi a wide eyed look, mortification flashing across her expression. She quickly averted her gaze, fussing with the cuff of her sleeve as she tried to compose herself. “I’ll be keeping my shirt on, thank you very much.” She replied, her voice tinged with exasperation as she struggled to regain her composure. She shot Vi a stern look, though her lips quirked in an amused smile. “And maybe you should remember to behave yourself.”
Vi chuckled, her amusement evident as she relaxed back into her seat, her grin as wide as ever. “Fine, fine. Shirt stays on, for now.” She winked, clearly enjoying Caitlyn’s flustered reaction, but there was something genuine in her gaze, too an unmistakable warmth that softened her teasing. “But seriously, you’re gonna kill it out there. I know you’ve got it in you.”
Caitlyn’s eyes softened as she looked back at Vi, her gaze lingering on the faint, playful glint in Vi’s eyes, the way she sat with that unshakeable confidence. “Maybe.” she murmured, a small, reluctant smile pulling at her lips. “But if I’m less than impressive, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Vi leaned in, placing a gentle, reassuring hand over Caitlyn’s. Her thumb brushed lightly against Caitlyn’s knuckles, her voice softening as she spoke. “I’ve got your back, Cupcake. Just trust me. It’ll be fun.”
Caitlyn felt her heart skip at the unexpected touch, the warmth of Vi’s hand steadying her, and she glanced down at their hands, feeling a slight blush creep up again. But she couldn’t help but smile, the thrill of the upcoming adventure mingling with the warmth spreading through her.
Outside, the train began to slow, and they both turned to look out the window, catching their first full view of the town. The tall, rugged buildings stood like ancient monuments against the evening sky, their outlines softened by climbing vines and patches of greenery. The roofs were a mix of worn tiles and moss covered stone, casting long shadows over the narrow, winding streets below.
Caitlyn took a deep breath, steadying herself as she prepared for whatever lay ahead. The quiet thrill of the unknown lingered in her chest, and she couldn’t deny the spark of excitement that Vi’s presence brought. This was more than just another outing, it was something else entirely.
Vi glanced back at her, catching Caitlyn’s eye with that same bright, eager grin. “Alright.” She said, her tone both excited and inviting, “You ready to take on this town?”
Caitlyn looked at her, feeling her nerves and excitement blend into one, and she nodded, her heart racing as she replied. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
As Vi and Caitlyn stepped off the train, they were greeted by a sudden shift in atmosphere. The moment the train's dull hum faded into the distance, the open landscape welcomed them with an almost palpable silence. The vastness of it was breathtaking, the sky stretched endlessly above, the soft blue arching toward the horizon, where fields rolled out like a sea of green and gold. The air was thick with the smell of fresh earth and pine, the scent tinged with a faint sweetness from wildflowers scattered in the distance. The ground beneath their boots shifted gently with every step, the soft crunch of gravel and dirt a comforting sound after the relentless clang of Piltover's streets. Vi inhaled deeply, feeling the cool, crisp air fill her lungs as the smell of damp soil and the sharp tang of pine trees washed over her. Her beige robe coat swayed around her legs, brushing against her workout gear beneath, the loose fabric rippling slightly in the breeze.
Caitlyn stood beside her, her coat fluttering in the wind, her posture relaxed but attentive. Her eyes were focused on the horizon, a faraway look in them as she took in the endless expanse of fields and the quiet that stretched between them. The fresh, earthy scent of the air seemed to reach into her, soothing something deep inside. She turned toward Vi, her expression thoughtful. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” Caitlyn said, her voice soft but certain. "The farmers don’t mind the distance from Piltover. In fact, it’s a trade off for them. The train station might be a little out of the way, but they’ve made it work."
Vi squinted at the sprawling landscape, a faint scowl on her face. “Really? They just accept being left out here?” She kicked a small stone with her boot, watching it skitter across the gravel. Her gaze swept over the fields of crops that stretched out like a blanket of green and gold. The distant hum of bees and the soft rustling of the trees seemed miles away from the bustling streets of Piltover, where the air was thick with smoke and the sound of machines.
Caitlyn’s eyes followed Vi’s gaze, the edges of her mouth turning up slightly in amusement. “It’s not just about Piltover’s needs.” She said, her tone warm with the kind of affection she reserved for this land. “These farms feed not just Piltover, but neighboring towns too. The relationship between these farmers and the city isn’t just one way. Piltover’s elite may not appreciate it, but they’re tied to the land. Without the farms, there would be nothing to support the markets, nothing to feed the factories, and no raw materials to supply the entire region.”
Vi raised an eyebrow, surprised by the depth of Caitlyn’s response. She had expected the usual Piltover pride, not a connection to the land that sounded almost personal. “So, you’re saying these farmers are keeping more than just Piltover running?”
Caitlyn nodded, her eyes softening as she gazed across the horizon. “Exactly. These farmers produce everything. Fruits, vegetables, wool, meat, timber, everything Piltover and the towns around it need. The way it works is simple but vital. Piltover’s markets buy and sell the finished goods, the wool turned into clothing, the grain into flour, but without the raw materials, it all grinds to a halt.” Her hand swept out to encompass the land. “These farmers don’t just work for Piltover. They work for the other towns too. And many of them don’t even know the wealth they produce is fueling entire industries.”
Vi's frown deepened as she glanced at the distant town. The structures were few, scattered along the edge of the fields, barely visible over the patchwork of crops. “So, what? They sell everything to Piltover and barely get by? The city doesn’t even seem to care.”
Caitlyn chuckled softly, the sound carried on the wind. “It’s not that they don’t care, it’s just that Piltover sees everything in terms of profit. If it doesn’t fit neatly into their plans, they don’t pay much attention.” She gave a slight shake of her head, as if resigning herself to a truth that had become all too clear. “It’s not fair, but it’s how things work.” Her hand rested briefly on her coat, the fabric brushing against her fingers, before she gestured toward the farmers who were already heading back to their carts, their horses pulling them toward town. "But Piltover needs them. The food, the materials, they don't just fuel the wealthy elite. They feed everyone. The markets, the workers, even the small towns nearby."
Vi’s gaze turned to the workers, their carts creaking under the weight of their harvests. She could hear the soft clip clop of the horse's hooves, the faint creaking of wooden wheels as they trudged along the dirt road, the wind whispering through the long grasses. "And these farmers are okay with all that? Selling their goods, working the land, but not seeing much of it for themselves?" Her voice was thick with disbelief.
Caitlyn’s expression softened, her lips tightening slightly as she turned her attention back to the land, as though she could feel the weight of everything these farmers had to bear. “It’s not about seeing the wealth in the way Piltover does. These farmers have their own kind of wealth, a different kind of satisfaction. They’re connected to the land, to the process of growth. They know that without them, there would be no city to feed. The pride they take in their work... it’s not something Piltover understands.”
Vi exhaled, her breath visible in the cool morning air as she continued walking, taking in the scene before her. The smell of freshly turned earth and the sweet scent of wildflowers mixed in the wind. The wind itself, cool and sharp, tugged at the collar of her robe coat, and the distant sound of birds calling to each other seemed almost like a lullaby in the otherwise silent fields.
"Must be nice." Vi muttered, a wisp of nostalgia in her voice. "Honest work, connected to the earth. It’s hard, yeah, but it’s real."
Caitlyn smiled gently, her gaze now fixed on a pair of horses grazing at the edge of a distant field. The sunlight caught their sleek coats, their movements graceful as they slowly chewed on the thick green grass. "It’s a different kind of real." she agreed. "A kind of wealth that’s earned by the sweat of your brow, by the labor of love put into each crop, each animal. That’s something you can’t put a price on."
Vi’s fingers absently tightened around the edge of her coat as they continued walking, the earth beneath them warm with the quiet pulse of life. The sounds of the fields, the soft hum of bees, the rustle of the grass underfoot, the distant call of a bird blended together into a peaceful symphony. "Feels like they’re living in a different world out here," Vi said, her voice quieter now, thoughtful. "Piltover doesn’t even know about all this, do they?"
Caitlyn’s expression darkened slightly, her eyes fixed on the rolling hills in the distance. “Piltover knows about the crops, the wool, the meat, but they don’t see the hands that make it happen. They don’t see the long hours, the struggles, the sacrifices that go into every harvest. They don’t understand the work, and they don’t want to. It’s easier to turn a blind eye."
Vi took in the view, the immense stretches of farmland, the patchwork of golden crops, and the stillness of it all. The distant clatter of a farmer’s cart was like a heartbeat in the quiet landscape. "So this is the real work," she murmured. "The stuff that keeps everything running. Even Piltover."
Caitlyn gave a quiet nod, her gaze lingering on the horizon, a distant but fond smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yes." She said softly. "This is the work that makes it all possible."
Caitlyn and Vi walked hand in hand, their steps slow and deliberate as they ventured deeper into the heart of the ghost town. The landscape around them seemed almost frozen in time, a place where the past lingered, its presence almost tangible in the air. The abandoned buildings rose like silent sentinels, their weathered stone and intricate architecture speaking of a time long past.
The ghost town had an undeniable charm, its decay revealing the kind of beauty that could only come with age. Caitlyn glanced at the fading stone structures, her gaze lingering on the fine carvings along the columns and the ornate arches that lined the narrow streets. The buildings were not destroyed but worn down, as if the town had simply grown tired and had chosen to rest, its once thriving pulse now a distant memory.
The sun filtered through the gaps in the broken windows, casting long shadows across the cracked cobblestone streets, and the air felt oddly still, heavy with the scent of earth and moss. Vi inhaled deeply, her breath catching in the cool, fresh air. There was a sharpness to it, a mixture of old stone and dampness, but also something wild, like nature had slowly started to reclaim the town as its own. The wind rustled the leaves of overgrown plants creeping up the walls, and the faint chirping of birds echoed through the silence.
Vi let her gaze sweep across the town, taking in the juxtaposition of nature and man made structures. It reminded her of Zaun in a way, the constant struggle between the industrial and the organic but here, the struggle was more peaceful, less frantic. "This place is something else." She murmured, her voice soft as she took in the vastness of it all.
Caitlyn nodded, her eyes searching the distant rooftops where the stone was still smooth in places, despite the years of neglect. "It’s like... a forgotten piece of history." She said, her voice thoughtful. "The architecture is stunning, so much attention to detail. It’s strange to think that this town was once alive, bustling with people. And now, it's all quiet."
Vi ran her hand along a nearby stone wall, the cool texture beneath her fingers grounding her in the moment. "It’s beautiful in a way." She said, her voice filled with awe. "But it’s also kind of haunting. You can feel that something used to be here."
The silence hung in the air like a blanket, thick and heavy, the kind of silence that spoke of years passing without a single voice to break it. As they walked further, Vi’s mind wandered, comparing the ghost town to the chaotic streets of Zaun, the noise, the grime, the constant hum of life. But here, in the stillness, there was a different kind of peace. It was as though time had stopped, letting them absorb every detail, every crack in the stone, every crevice where nature had begun to reclaim its place.
"It’s so different from Piltover." Vi said, almost to herself, her eyes scanning the intricate patterns carved into the building's walls. "There’s something more real about this. It feels like it belongs here, like it grew with the land, not on top of it."
Caitlyn smiled at Vi’s observation, her eyes still sweeping across the faded beauty of the town. "It’s easy to forget that not everything in Piltover is about progress. The farms, the way people used to live here, it’s a different kind of foundation. They were connected to the land in a way that Piltover never really got."
Vi nodded, feeling the weight of Caitlyn's words settle over her like the cool breeze that had picked up, rustling through the trees and sending a shiver down her spine. The town felt like a living memory, each building a testament to the past, its faded walls whispering of times long gone.
They paused for a moment, taking in the view of the wide, empty streets ahead. The silence enveloped them, and for a few heartbeats, neither of them spoke, allowing the stillness of the place to sink in, its old beauty pressing against them from all sides. Even the wind seemed to hush in reverence, as if the town itself was waiting for something, or someone to breathe life into it once more.
Vi approached the nearest building, its faded stone walls towering above her. She ran her hand along the rough surface, feeling the uneven texture of time, the marks of age worn into every crack and crevice. A faint, earthy scent lingered in the air around her, the smell of weathered stone and dampness, but there was also something surprisingly solid beneath it all, something that belied the town’s abandoned status.
Curious, she knelt down and knocked lightly on the wall with her fist. The sound reverberated through the still air, and she raised an eyebrow. The wall didn’t yield or rattle like she expected. In fact, the foundation felt remarkably firm, as if it had been built to withstand centuries. The sound of her knuckles meeting stone was more solid than she'd anticipated, almost like tapping on a boulder in the mountains.
"Well, I’ll be damned." She muttered, impressed. Her fingers traced the seams in the masonry, following the lines where the stones met. The craftsmanship was unlike anything she had expected. Despite the town's apparent desertion, it felt like the building had been built to last. She stepped back, eyes scanning the structure, noting how the stone walls stood straight and proud, the delicate arches above the windows still intact despite the passage of time. The mortar between the stones, though weathered, still held its strength, and the entire building seemed to exude a quiet kind of resilience.
"I wouldn’t have thought this place would be so solid." Vi said, her voice full of awe. She looked up at the roof, noting how the beams that supported it appeared untouched by time, their once polished surface now worn but still secure.
Caitlyn watched her with an amused smile, her eyes twinkling with a quiet appreciation for Vi’s curiosity. "I told you, these towns aren’t just forgotten. They’re resilient. People built these things to last."
Vi's expression shifted, a glint of mischief appearing in her eyes as she looked up at the roof. The walls might have been solid, but she wanted to know just how well the rest of the building had held up. Without warning, she grabbed a nearby ledge and swung herself upward, her movements smooth and practiced. Caitlyn blinked in surprise as Vi deftly pulled herself onto the ledge, then swung a leg over, beginning to climb higher toward the roof.
"Vi!" Caitlyn called, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and concern. "Be careful! This place might be sturdy, but that doesn’t mean it's a playground."
Vi flashed a grin over her shoulder. "You worry too much. It’s fine." She paused for a moment, steadying herself as she reached the edge of the roof, her boots finding solid footing on the weathered shingles. From this height, she had a perfect view of the entire town, its empty streets stretching out in every direction, the silent beauty of the place laid bare beneath the golden afternoon sun.
"I just like knowing how solid this place really is." Vi said, her voice carrying down to Caitlyn. "You never know what you’ll find when you’re up close."
Caitlyn shook her head, her smile widening as she stood below, watching Vi’s careful ascent. "You're impossible." She said affectionately. "Just don't break anything. That’s all I ask."
Vi glanced down, her eyes twinkling with a hint of roguery. "I’ll make sure to leave everything in one piece. But I might have to try a few flips up here. What’s a little parkour without a challenge?"
Caitlyn chuckled softly, crossing her arms as she looked up at Vi perched confidently on the roof. "You better keep it safe." She said, but there was an unmistakable warmth in her voice, a quiet admiration for the thrill Vi found in exploring the unknown.
Vi, now comfortably seated on the roof, paused for a moment, gazing out over the town. She could hear the soft rustling of the wind in the trees, the distant creaking of the old buildings as they settled, and the faint chirping of birds that had made this forgotten place their home. It was peaceful in a way that Piltover’s bustle and even Zaun’s chaos could never be. The town might be abandoned, but it wasn’t lifeless. It felt like something was waiting here, something untold.
"I think this place is perfect for what we’re doing." Vi said softly, her gaze fixed on the far horizon. "It’s quiet. It’s still. And it’s got some good spots to practice on."
Caitlyn watched her with a mixture of concern and admiration, knowing that whatever Vi did next would likely be something unpredictable, something exciting. "Just be careful, alright? I’m not climbing up there after you if you fall."
Vi flashed a quick grin. "I know. That’s why I’m not going to fall.”
Vi stood perched on the edge of the roof, gazing over the ghost town. Her boots were firmly planted on the cool stone, the rough texture pressing against her soles. The wind tugged at the loose strands of her hair, ruffling them around her face, but she didn’t mind. In fact, it added to the thrill of the moment, the feeling of being above it all. The town sprawled out below her, its empty streets leading to buildings that stood tall and proud despite their age. The craftsmanship of each structure was apparent even from this height. The intricate designs carved into the stone, the windows with delicate archways that had once let light pour into homes now long abandoned. She marveled at the resilience of it all, the way the town seemed to cling to the past with such quiet dignity.
She crouched down, pressing her hand against the smooth surface of the roof. The texture beneath her fingertips was worn, but it still felt solid. A small breeze whispered through the cracks in the buildings, the scent of old wood and faded stone mixing with the lingering freshness of the countryside. She inhaled deeply, the air sharp and earthy, tinged with the faintest smell of moss and the rich scent of aged timber.
The rush of adrenaline was still fresh in her veins, the pulse of energy that came with the jump from one rooftop to the next. It was a thrill she couldn’t ignore, and she could feel the height, the drop, the wind rushing around her as she moved. Her heart pounded in time with her footsteps as she scanned the next roof, the gaps between the buildings seeming smaller with every leap. Her eyes flicked toward Caitlyn, who stood below, watching with wide, nervous eyes. Vi grinned, the thrill of the jumps evident in her expression.
"I’m making sure everything’s solid!" Vi called down, her voice carrying in the still air. Her grin widened as she crouched low to jump again, making sure the landing was secure before looking back at Caitlyn. "No need to worry. It’s all safe."
Caitlyn’s gaze shifted from Vi’s sure footed movements to the roof beneath her, her posture tense. The heights, the sheer distance between each rooftop, made her stomach churn slightly. She could almost feel the pull of the drop beneath her feet, the way gravity seemed to whisper in her ear. The wind seemed to sharpen around her, rushing past her ears with an almost shrill whistle, as if reminding her of the risk.
"Vi, you're making this look way too easy." Caitlyn said, her voice a bit shaky, though she was trying to hide it. "Are you sure this is safe?"
Vi, now standing with one foot planted firmly on the edge of the building, looked down at Caitlyn with an amused twinkle in her eyes. She stretched her arms, the muscles in her shoulders rippling under the beige coat she wore, the fabric slightly rustling in the wind. "I’m testing it for you, aren’t I? I’ll make sure it’s solid before you try anything." Vi teased, stepping back to get a better view of the next gap. The rough stone beneath her feet shifted slightly, but she barely noticed. She felt rooted to the ground, her body attuned to the height, the space, and the jump. "This place might look deserted, but the architecture’s solid. You’re not gonna break anything."
Caitlyn let out a breath, glancing nervously at the building Vi was now testing, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the weathered structure. Her heart still thumped in her chest, but she couldn’t help the nagging curiosity that began to creep in. The way Vi moved with such ease, jumping from one edge to another, it was something Caitlyn had never experienced before. She had grown up with rules, with structure, with control. This was foreign. But still, the pull of it, the rush of adrenaline in Vi’s eyes, made her wonder.
Vi’s movements were almost fluid now, her body adjusting with each jump, landing lightly on the edge of a different roof. The air around her seemed to hum with the energy she carried, the sound of her boots landing softly, a faint thud that seemed to vibrate through the air. Caitlyn watched intently, the sound of Vi's movements contrasting with the stillness of the town around them.
"Just come up and test it yourself." Vi called down, her voice full of challenge, and Caitlyn could hear the playful teasing in her tone. "It’s not like you’re going to fall. You’re tougher than that, right?"
Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a reluctant smile at Vi’s words, but the anxiety still lingered. She was still uncertain, still unsure about the heights, but there was something in Vi’s expression, something in the way she moved, that made Caitlyn want to take that leap, literally and figuratively. Caitlyn took a step forward, glancing up at Vi, her heart hammering slightly faster, her breath catching in her chest.
"Alright, fine." Caitlyn replied, a slight edge of determination creeping into her voice. She took a deep breath, feeling the wind tug at her coat. "Let’s do this. Just, don’t get any ideas. I’m still not jumping all over the place like you."
Vi’s grin widened as she watched Caitlyn move toward the edge of the roof, her eyes filled with anticipation and encouragement. "Don’t worry." Vi said, her voice quieter now, with a trace of warmth. "I’m right here. Just take it slow. And make sure you test it, alright? It’s about balance, just like everything else."
Caitlyn nodded, her fingers brushing the edge of the building as she stepped closer, feeling the solid stone beneath her hands. She took a tentative step, her heart racing, but she trusted Vi’s judgment, trusted that the foundation was as solid as she said it was. She could feel the rough texture of the stone against her palms, the coolness of it grounding her. Each small movement felt like a small victory, a new way of seeing the world. With Vi nearby, it felt like it was possible, like maybe, just maybe, she could do this too.
Caitlyn’s hands trembled slightly as she reached for the thick, tangled vines clinging to the crumbling stone wall. The vines were slick with moisture, their green tendrils almost alive as they wound around each other in intricate patterns. She could feel the cool, damp texture of the moss coated stones beneath her fingertips, the earthiness of it creeping into her palms as she pressed down hard to steady herself. The faint scent of wet stone mixed with the sharp, mineral like smell of the moss in the air. Caitlyn’s boots were a tight fit, their soles rough against the stone, but they offered solid traction as she made her way upward. The cold seeped into her feet with each step, making her shiver slightly with the contact of her boots against the damp stone.
With no climbing gear, Caitlyn had to rely on her own strength and agility. Her feet scraped against the jagged edges of the stone as she pressed them into place, the roughness of the surfaces making her movements more deliberate. Each time she lifted her foot, it felt like her entire weight shifted, and for a moment, it seemed as though the stone beneath her might give way. Her body tensed in preparation for the next step, her muscles straining with the effort.
The smell of old stone and damp earth filled her lungs as she carefully made her way up, one hand gripping a vine and the other reaching for a narrow ledge just above her. She paused for a moment, her heart pounding, to steady herself. From up here, the drop to the ground seemed far below, the buildings appearing as tiny as children's toys in the distance. The wind picked up briefly, brushing her hair against her face, and she could hear the distant groan of the town’s crumbling structures, the creaks of old wood and stone settling with age. Despite the beauty of the scene, the vertigo took hold of her again, a rush of dizziness sweeping through her as she looked down.
She swallowed, feeling the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
Before she could second guess herself, she heard Vi’s steady voice behind her, calm and unwavering. The warmth of Vi’s presence was like a quiet reassurance against the stillness of the abandoned town. Vi’s hand landed gently on Caitlyn’s shoulder, the heat of her skin a stark contrast to the coolness of the air. Caitlyn’s muscles relaxed slightly under the reassuring weight, and she turned to face Vi, feeling the nervous flutter in her chest begin to subside.
“Hey, you’re doing great.” Vi said with a grin, her voice calm, but the hint of amusement was unmistakable. Caitlyn could feel the strength in Vi’s touch, the confidence emanating from her as she stood close, her breath warm against Caitlyn’s cheek.
“I don’t know if I’m cut out for this,” Caitlyn admitted, the nerves bubbling up again as she glanced down at the dizzying height below.
Vi chuckled softly, her gaze unwavering as she met Caitlyn’s eyes. “You’ve got this. Just trust me.”
Caitlyn looked back up at the wall, feeling a little less panicked under Vi’s watchful eye. Vi didn’t hesitate for a moment. She reached out and placed a hand firmly on Caitlyn’s arm, pulling her just a little closer, close enough that Caitlyn could feel the warmth radiating off of her.
"You're okay." Vi said, her voice soft but firm, a grounding force against Caitlyn’s growing unease.
With a sudden, fluid motion, Vi shrugged off her coat. The beige fabric slid off her shoulders and fell to the ground, the sound of it swishing through the air as it fluttered briefly before landing with a soft thud on a large stone below. Caitlyn watched, a mix of surprise and disbelief crossing her face.
“Vi!” Caitlyn exclaimed, her voice rising in startled protest. “What are you doing? You’re just throwing it down?”
Vi shrugged casually, her face unreadable as she leaned back slightly, watching Caitlyn’s reaction. “It’s just a coat, Cait,” she said with a grin. “It’ll be fine.”
Caitlyn’s frustration bubbled up, but the corner of her mouth tugged into a reluctant smile. "You’re impossible." She muttered, even as the amusement began to override her disapproval.
Without missing a beat, Vi grabbed Caitlyn’s loose shirt by the bottom and tugged it gently. “So, how about that shirt, huh?” She teased, her grin mischievous.
Caitlyn blinked, eyes widening in a mix of surprise and embarrassment as she quickly pulled the fabric tighter around her. "Vi, behave." She muttered, though her voice betrayed her, soft and flustered. Her shirt, already loose and hanging loosely around her frame, shifted awkwardly as Vi’s teasing pulled her out of her element.
Vi’s grin only widened at the reaction. She stepped in closer, her presence warm and comforting. “I’m just saying, Cait, you’ve got nothing to hide.” She teased lightly, her voice playful but tinged with affection. “Besides, you don’t need to be shy around me.”
Caitlyn’s cheeks flushed as she shot Vi a playful glare, her heart skipping a beat in a way that had nothing to do with the climb. “Let’s just keep moving.” Caitlyn said, trying to regain some control, though the smile tugging at the corners of her lips betrayed her enjoyment of the playful exchange.
Vi chuckled softly but nodded. “Alright, alright. Just making sure you're not getting distracted.”
Caitlyn’s nerves, which had been a little overwhelming before, now felt a little lighter. She reached out, her hand seeking Vi’s, grounding herself in the warmth and steadiness of Vi’s touch. Vi squeezed her hand, and together, they continued climbing, both of them a little lighter with the unspoken understanding between them.
The city stretched out beneath them, a labyrinth of crooked rooftops and towering walls. The wind swept through the narrow spaces between buildings, howling in a familiar, almost comforting way. Vi stood poised on the edge of the roof, her boots firmly planted as she glanced back at Caitlyn. She could feel the adrenaline of the climb still pulsing in her veins, and her grin widened at the challenge ahead.
"Ready to jump, Cait?" Vi called over her shoulder, her voice tinged with excitement.
Caitlyn hesitated for a moment, taking in the distance between the roofs. The space wasn’t far, but the fall, if anything went wrong, would still be a serious risk. Vi, however, was already focused, her legs coiled like a spring, her posture one of complete confidence.
With no further words, Vi pushed off from the edge and leapt, soaring gracefully through the air. She landed light as a cat, the balls of her feet absorbing the impact, her knees bending just slightly to soften the landing. The rooftop beneath her was solid, and she straightened up immediately, ready for the next move.
Caitlyn swallowed, watching Vi with a mix of awe and nervousness. The difference between their experiences was clear. Vi had grown up with these rooftops, these jumps. Caitlyn, on the other hand, had barely ever done anything like this before, always careful and precise in her every step.
With a deep breath, Caitlyn moved to the edge. She watched Vi's confident posture on the other side and quickly ran through the instructions in her mind. She could do this. It wasn’t too far, and there was no real danger. She just had to trust her instincts. Caitlyn took one final step, her boots meeting the edge of the roof as she pushed off.
Her body felt weightless for a moment, the world around her blurring slightly, but as she neared the landing spot, panic gripped her for a fraction of a second. She shifted her body awkwardly, trying to adjust to the landing. Her feet hit the roof unevenly, and she stumbled hard, her knees buckling slightly under the impact as her balance faltered. She pitched forward a bit more than she intended, but managed to catch herself, her hands reaching out instinctively to brace against the roof.
Vi burst out laughing at the sight, her deep, hearty chuckles echoing across the rooftop. "That was adorable." She teased, a wide grin spreading across her face as she pushed herself upright. "But not quite the graceful landing I was hoping for."
Caitlyn stood up straight, dusting herself off, cheeks flushed in a mix of embarrassment and mild irritation. "I was doing fine." She muttered, but there was no real bite in her words. She was too focused on not falling again.
Vi, clearly enjoying herself, strolled over with a casual, confident stride. "Here." She said with a playful glint in her eyes, holding out her hand. "Let me show you how it’s done."
Without waiting for Caitlyn to respond, Vi dropped into a crouch, demonstrating how to absorb the shock of landing properly. Her knees bent at just the right angle, her arms extended slightly for balance, her feet hitting the rooftop with the softest thud. "You want to make sure you’re balanced like this." Vi explained, her tone easy, as if she were teaching Caitlyn to shoot a gun. "Knees bent, legs soft. You gotta feel the landing, not just slam into it."
Caitlyn, watching closely, nodded. She had to admit, Vi made it look effortless. The way she seemed to flow through the air and land without missing a beat was almost mesmerizing.
"Alright, your turn." Vi said, her smirk playful. "Don’t go making a scene again."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. "I’m not making a scene," She said, then glanced at Vi. "I’ll show you how it’s done."
She carefully approached the edge again, keeping Vi’s advice in mind. This time, as she pushed off, she bent her knees a little more and kept her arms steady for balance. The air rushed by her, and for a moment, Caitlyn felt as though she were flying, weightless in the open air. When her feet hit the roof, she landed with a slight bend, her knees absorbing the impact just as Vi had shown her. The landing was smooth, controlled.
Caitlyn straightened up, her heart pounding with a rush of triumph. She glanced over at Vi, who was watching with a proud grin.
"Better?" Caitlyn asked, a hint of playful challenge in her voice.
Vi crossed her arms and leaned back, clearly impressed. "Much better." She said with a nod, giving Caitlyn a teasing smirk. "Guess I’m not the only one who can land like a pro."
Caitlyn couldn’t help but smile. The adrenaline of the jump still buzzed in her veins, but now it was mixed with the satisfaction of learning something new, of getting a little bit closer to keeping up with Vi. They had a long way to go before Caitlyn could match Vi’s expertise, but for now, that small victory felt good.
"Alright." Caitlyn said with a kittenish look, "What’s next?"
Vi’s grin widened. "You’re on a roll now. Let’s see if you can keep it up."
Vi stood a few paces back from the edge of the roof, her eyes scanning the distance between the two buildings. There was a ledge slightly farther than the one they’d just crossed, and Vi had already assessed that Caitlyn would need to build up more momentum to clear the gap. She turned back to Caitlyn, a knowing grin on her face.
"Alright." Vi said, her voice full of quiet confidence. "You’re getting the hang of landing, but to really make the jump, you’ve got to run first. You need that momentum to push yourself farther."
Caitlyn nodded, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered the new challenge. She was already a little shaky on the short jump, but if anyone could help her get better at this, it was Vi. She trusted her, even if she had no idea how Vi was going to make this work.
Vi moved to the edge of the roof and pointed to the ledge she was aiming for. It was about six feet away, and the drop between the buildings wasn’t as steep as it seemed from the ground. "Watch me first." She said, her voice reassuring but firm. "Then you can try."
Vi bent her knees slightly and took a few steps back, preparing herself. Caitlyn watched closely, feeling a mixture of awe and anticipation. Vi didn’t hesitate. She sprinted toward the edge of the roof, her footsteps loud against the worn stones. With one fluid motion, she pushed off with her legs, leaping into the air.
For a moment, it seemed like she was going to miss. Then, in a smooth arc, Vi soared through the air. Caitlyn held her breath, watching as Vi’s body tensed in midair, her arms slightly outstretched for balance. The distance between the ledges seemed to shrink in that instant, and with a soft thud, Vi landed, her knees bending to absorb the impact. She looked like she’d done it a thousand times before, graceful and effortless.
"See?" Vi called over, her voice laced with a playful challenge. "It’s all about the run up. Gives you more power for the leap."
Caitlyn let out a soft exhale, impressed by how easily Vi had cleared the gap. She was starting to understand. This wasn’t about just jumping, it was about timing, control, and using the force of her body to propel her further.
Vi looked back, her grin widening. "Your turn."
Caitlyn took a deep breath, walking over to the edge of the roof where Vi had started. She could feel the wind tugging at her clothes, the pressure of the height making her nerves flare up again. But she squared her shoulders, determined not to show weakness.
Vi gave her an encouraging nod. "You got this. Remember, it’s all about building up speed before you jump. Trust your legs. Push off strong."
Caitlyn gave a quick glance to Vi, who was watching intently, ready to step in if she needed guidance. With a few deep breaths to steady herself, Caitlyn started to run toward the edge. Her feet hit the stone with a soft but steady rhythm, each step taking her closer to the point where she would need to leap.
As she neared the edge, she pushed off with all her strength, feeling the sharp tug of the wind as she launched herself into the air. For a moment, her stomach flipped, the drop beneath her pulling at her senses. But she forced herself to focus on the landing. The gap was shrinking. She could see the ledge getting closer.
Her feet hit the roof a little harder than she intended, the impact sending a shock through her legs. She stumbled, her knees buckling slightly, but managed to catch herself before she fell. She stood tall, brushing her palms against her legs to steady herself.
Vi’s laughter rang out, low and amused, but not unkind. "Not bad! You almost had it. Just a little more push with the legs next time."
Caitlyn’s heart was racing from the effort, but there was a flush of pride in her chest. She hadn’t made the perfect jump yet, but she was closer. "I’ll get it," she said, more to herself than to Vi.
"Of course, you will." Vi replied, stepping closer with a grin. "This is nothing. Let’s try it again."
Vi’s words were like a challenge and encouragement all in one, and Caitlyn felt a fire spark within her. With a deep breath, she took her position again, ready to leap higher and farther this time. She could do this.
Vi turned to Caitlyn, her eyes narrowing with a mix of focus and determination. They had already spent hours working on their jumps, but now it was time for something a little more complex, climbing. She knew Caitlyn had the strength and agility to do it, but it wasn’t just about strength. It was about awareness, patience, and knowing how to position yourself to avoid falling.
“Climbing's not like jumping.” Vi said, her voice carrying a no nonsense edge. “You need to use your whole body, your legs, your core, your arms, all working together.”
Caitlyn listened intently, already noticing the subtle differences in Vi's posture as she moved closer to the wall they would be scaling. She watched as Vi sized up the surface, rough stones, with a few protruding ledges and cracks that could serve as footholds. Vi had already assessed it, Caitlyn needed to do the same.
“First thing you want to do.” Vi began, crouching slightly and touching the base of the wall, “Is look for natural handholds and footholds. You don’t want to just reach out and grab anything. Find places that are secure, something you can really dig into.”
Vi demonstrated by placing one hand on a rough, angled stone near the base, feeling around with her fingers for the best grip. Her boots were steady on the ground as she carefully placed one foot higher up on a jutting rock, testing it before committing her weight.
Caitlyn watched, observing the way Vi’s fingers gripped the stone and how her boots pressed firmly against the rock. Vi’s body stayed low and close to the surface, her movements deliberate. There was no rushing, no flailing. Just quiet focus.
"Now, notice how I’m keeping my weight centered." Vi continued, her voice softer but still filled with that steady assurance. "You don't want to lean too far forward or back. Keep your core tight, and try to distribute your weight evenly across your hands and feet."
Vi then moved higher, her body shifting fluidly as she found the next series of holds. Caitlyn followed her movements closely, noting how Vi’s movements were calculated and slow. With each step, Vi tested the stone with her hands and feet before fully committing her weight, always checking to make sure her next move was secure before moving on.
"Try to keep your back straight." Vi instructed. "That’ll give you more control and prevent you from overbalancing."
Caitlyn nodded, her fingers flexing nervously as she watched. The idea of scaling the wall without making a mistake seemed daunting.
“Alright.” Vi said, turning to look at Caitlyn over her shoulder. “Now, you try it. Remember, it’s about feeling the stone and knowing where to place your hands and feet. No rush, just feel it out.”
Caitlyn approached the wall, her breathing a little deeper than normal. Her palms felt slightly clammy, but she tried to focus on the task at hand. Vi was right, she needed to use her whole body, not just her arms or legs. She reached out for the first ledge, her fingers brushing the cold stone before she wrapped them around it, feeling for a solid grip.
Taking a step back, Caitlyn re-evaluated her position. She placed one boot on the lower ledge and shifted her weight onto it, feeling the stone underfoot. Carefully, she stepped up, bringing her other foot into position, testing her balance before moving higher.
Vi watched her, her arms crossed, but Caitlyn could feel the faint encouragement in her gaze. She moved slowly at first, concentrating on keeping her body steady and balanced. With each small climb, Caitlyn felt more confident.
“Good.” Vi said after a few moments, her voice sharp with approval. “You’re moving too fast. Take your time and focus. You’ve got the right instinct, now trust it.”
Caitlyn took a deep breath, focusing more on feeling the rock beneath her hands and feet rather than rushing to the top. Slowly, she climbed higher, her movements more fluid as she found her rhythm. When she finally reached a ledge just beneath Vi, she felt the rush of accomplishment that came with mastering the technique.
Vi looked down at her with a slight smile. "Not bad. You’re getting the hang of it."
Caitlyn’s heart raced, but it wasn’t from fear anymore. It was the exhilaration of accomplishment. She had done it. Slowly, carefully, with the right guidance, she had climbed up the wall just like Vi had shown her.
“Thanks.” Caitlyn said, her voice steady now as she stood next to Vi, looking down at the ground below. “That wasn’t as hard as I thought.”
Vi gave a soft chuckle. “It’s all about control. Once you get that, the rest is just muscle memory.”
Vi’s movements were fluid and confident as she reached the top of the ledge, her boots scraping lightly against the rough stone as she paused to glance back at Caitlyn. Caitlyn, determined to keep up, followed closely behind, her fingers grazing the cold, damp stone. Her heart pounded with the effort, but the thrill of the challenge pushed her forward. She could feel the rhythm beginning to settle in as she carefully tested each handhold and foothold, just as Vi had shown her.
With a deep breath, Caitlyn stretched upwards and grabbed hold of a jutting ledge with her left hand while pressing her foot into a crack below. She held her breath as she slowly shifted her weight. Vi’s voice echoed down to her, low and steady.
“Good. Stay close to the wall. You’re moving too fast. Keep it steady.”
Caitlyn nodded, focusing on her next move. She reached for another hold, but her hand slipped slightly. Panic rushed through her chest, but before she could falter completely, Vi’s voice was there again, calm and reassuring.
“Steady, Cait. Relax. Feel where your hands and feet go.”
Caitlyn exhaled sharply, her muscles loosening as she concentrated. She moved carefully, testing her weight on each hold before fully committing. Vi’s presence was constant, her eyes always on Caitlyn, giving her a silent sense of security with every glance.
“Almost there.” Vi called as she reached the top and turned to face Caitlyn, a grin tugging at her lips. “You’re doing great. Just keep that focus.”
Caitlyn, just a couple of moves behind, found her footing again, lifting herself higher with a burn in her muscles but a sense of determination driving her. When she finally landed on the ledge beside Vi, she exhaled a breath of relief. The climb was over, and her body hummed with the exhilaration of the challenge.
Vi smiled, her eyes soft with pride. “You made it.” She said quietly, before stepping forward to pull Caitlyn into a hug. But just as she moved closer, there was a crack. The wooden plank beneath Caitlyn’s boot splintered. The ledge seemed to fall away from beneath her, and Caitlyn felt the terrifying sensation of weightlessness before the plank gave way completely.
Before Caitlyn could even react, she was falling, her arms flailing in a desperate attempt to regain balance. The air rushed past her, and she tumbled toward the river below.
"Wait, Cait!" Vi’s voice rang out, filled with alarm, but it was too late. Caitlyn disappeared from view with a loud splash, the water swallowing her whole.
Vi’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched Caitlyn fall. Without hesitation, she rushed down the ledge, jumping with practiced ease to the riverbank below. Her boots hit the ground with a soft thud as she sprinted toward the water. Caitlyn’s head broke the surface moments later, sputtering, hair drenched and clinging to her face.
Caitlyn shot her a pointed, dripping wet look. “Really? This was your idea of helping me?” Her voice dripped with sarcastic amusement. “I’m sure this looks
great on me.”
Vi, barely able to suppress a grin, leaned down toward her, her voice low and teasing. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. You love making an entrance.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes dramatically, flicking her wet hair back. “You really know how to keep things interesting, don’t you?” She shot back, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips despite the situation.
Before Caitlyn could say another word, Vi reached down, pulling Caitlyn up with a strong grip. The water splashed as Vi effortlessly hauled her out, the two of them standing chest to chest, Caitlyn dripping wet but clearly unfazed.
“Next time,” Caitlyn said, still a little sassy despite her drenched appearance, “I think I’ll just stick to dry adventures.”
Vi chuckled, brushing some wet strands of Caitlyn’s hair from her face, her voice lower now, full of flirtation. “I don’t know. I think you look pretty good wet.”
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, giving Vi a mischievous look. “Oh? Is that what you think?”
Vi leaned in, her lips brushing Caitlyn’s ear as she whispered, “I know I do.”
Before Caitlyn could respond, Vi kissed her, soft and slow at first, as if letting the moment stretch between them. Caitlyn hesitated for a second, surprised by the sudden intensity, but then she melted into the kiss, responding with equal fervor. The kiss deepened, and time seemed to stop around them.
When they finally pulled away, both of them breathless, Vi grinned, her voice low with a teasing edge. “You did amazing, even if the wood was out to get you.”
Caitlyn smirked, her lips still tingling from the kiss. “Next time, you’ll have to try harder to impress me.” She brushed off her wet clothes and shot Vi a playful wink. “But you’re getting there.”
Vi’s grin was sly, her fingers brushing against Caitlyn’s as she pulled her in again. “Oh, I’ll make sure I do.” she whispered, her voice filled with promise.
The day’s light had nearly vanished, giving way to the gentle, silvery glow of the moon casting long shadows over the landscape. The night had arrived, settling over the fields and forest with a quiet sense of stillness. A chill crept into the air, sharp and bracing, curling into the spaces left by the sun’s warmth. Vi’s gaze shifted to Caitlyn, her expression softening as she noted the faint tremble in Caitlyn’s posture, her breath just barely visible in the cool evening air. Without hesitation, Vi moved, gathering both their coats and returning swiftly to Caitlyn’s side. The soft, worn fabric of the coats offered a comforting contrast to the cold night, carrying with it the faint warmth of their journey together.
Vi approached Caitlyn with careful, purposeful steps, her eyes scanning her for any sign of discomfort. Her hands were gentle yet firm as she wrapped both coats around Caitlyn’s shoulders, tucking the material close to her, as if hoping to shield her from the evening’s chill entirely. Caitlyn's eyes widened slightly at the gesture, but her small, appreciative smile warmed Vi's heart, a silent acknowledgment of the care in Vi’s actions.
“Here.” Vi murmured, her voice low and soft, almost a whisper that blended with the quiet around them. She adjusted the coats snugly around Caitlyn, making sure every inch of her was shielded from the cold. As she did, her hand brushed against Caitlyn’s shoulder, lingering there just a moment longer than necessary. The weight of the gesture, simple yet protective, was something Caitlyn felt deeply, and it brought an undeniable warmth to her chest.
Caitlyn, feeling the day’s fatigue settle into her bones, let herself lean in closer, her head coming to rest on Vi’s shoulder. She closed her eyes, allowing herself a rare moment of vulnerability. Vi could feel Caitlyn’s head resting against her, the delicate, familiar weight both grounding and heart stirring. It was a silent trust, a wordless admission of the strength Caitlyn found in Vi’s presence, and Vi was more than willing to be that anchor.
Without another word, Vi shifted slightly, wrapping her arm securely around Caitlyn’s waist, pulling her close. The chill in the air seemed distant now, overshadowed by the quiet comfort of being near each other. Vi’s hold was strong, steady, as though assuring Caitlyn that she would protect her from more than just the cold. Every slight movement, from the way she held Caitlyn’s shoulder to the secure, almost possessive grip around her waist, conveyed an unspoken promise that Vi would always be there, whenever Caitlyn needed her.
Caitlyn lifted her head just enough to glance up at Vi, a soft, thoughtful smile touching her lips. “I suppose we should get going, back to Piltover?” Vi asked, her voice gentle but with a hint of reluctance, as if the suggestion of leaving this moment unsettled something within her.
Caitlyn considered it for a moment, then shook her head, her voice warm with a hint of nostalgia. “Not yet.” She replied, her gaze drifting to the horizon. “There’s a village nearby. My father used to bring me here when I was younger. We’d visit the farm and spend time in the village. It was, a bit of an escape from the formality of Piltover and his role there. He always wanted me to see beyond the city’s walls, to understand that the world was more than gears and inventions and the pursuit of progress.”
Her voice softened, almost wistful, as she continued. “We would come here every season, visit the same farms, stay in the village, and walk along these same trails. My father wanted me to understand what it meant to live simply, to appreciate the countryside and the people who work this land. He’d tell me stories of his youth, things I couldn’t imagine him doing in Piltover.” She added with a small smile. “I remember him trying to teach me to milk a cow once, he couldn’t stop laughing when I nearly spilled the entire bucket. I think he likes seeing me so out of my element.”
Vi’s expression softened, her gaze warm as she watched Caitlyn relive those distant memories. “A farm girl at heart, huh?” Vi teased lightly, her tone playful but her touch gentle, as if the deeper connection between them was something she instinctively understood.
“Not quite.” Caitlyn responded with a soft chuckle. “But it was important to him. He wanted me to understand life beyond Piltover’s walls.” She looked at Vi, her eyes twinkling with something soft and fond. “And there’s a sweet old woman I know there. She’d let us stay the night, no questions asked. We can head back tomorrow once the train arrives.”
Vi couldn’t help but smile at Caitlyn’s thoughtfulness, her heart warming at the prospect of spending a quiet night with her. “You’ve got it all planned out, huh?” She murmured, her tone a mixture of amusement and admiration.
Caitlyn’s eyes sparkled as she lifted her chin slightly, a playful air slipping into her voice. “Someone has to be prepared, don’t you think?” She teased, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
Vi chuckled, her grip tightening around Caitlyn’s waist as she leaned in closer. “Good thing I’ve got you, then.” She replied, her tone low and filled with quiet affection. The way her gaze lingered on Caitlyn held a promise, one she didn’t need to voice, because every look, every touch, spoke it clearly enough.
As they turned toward the path leading to the village, Vi kept Caitlyn close, her protective hold unwavering. In the glow of the moonlight, they moved forward together, ready to face whatever the night had in store for them. The warmth of their connection, the strength of Vi’s quiet care, made the journey feel less like a road traveled and more like a destination all on its own.
As Caitlyn and Vi walked through the woods toward the farm, the scene around them held an enchanting beauty that only the quiet of night could bring. The trees stretched tall and proud, their branches intertwining like lace against the velvet sky, creating a natural canopy that filtered the moonlight into soft, dappled pools on the ground. The light seemed to spill in precise streams, illuminating their path with an almost magical glow, as if the moon itself were guiding them through the forest’s depths.
Around them, the night was alive with subtle sounds, the gentle rustle of leaves caught in the breeze, the distant hum of crickets, and the low, occasional hoot of an owl observing them with curious, unblinking eyes from its perch high above. The trees seemed to lean in, forming a protective barrier that wrapped them in a blanket of tranquility, sheltering them from the rest of the world. The shadows between the trunks were soft and inviting, their edges blurred by the silvery light, casting the forest in hues of deep blue and charcoal.
As they moved, the forest opened up to reveal fields that stretched endlessly under the star studded sky, the tall grasses swaying gently as if in response to some unseen rhythm. The moonlight bathed the fields in a cool, ethereal glow, turning each blade of grass into a silvery thread that caught the light just so, creating a shimmering ocean of silver and green. Here, the world felt boundless, as if the fields stretched on forever, a vast, serene landscape painted by night.
Caitlyn’s voice broke the silence, warm and reminiscent, as she began to share her memories of the village. “This place has been a part of me for as long as I can remember.” She murmured, her words blending with the quiet sounds of the night. “I’d come here with my father, our little escape from the city. We’d spend hours exploring these fields, just the two of us, finding peace in the simplicity of it all.”
Vi watched Caitlyn as she spoke, captivated by the tender way she shared her past. Caitlyn’s eyes sparkled with a familiar fondness as she described the village up ahead. “There’s an older woman there who took me under her wing.” Caitlyn continued, her gaze softening with affection. “She taught me how to bake. I’d get flour everywhere, my hands coated in dough, but she never once lost her patience. Her kitchen was filled with the scent of fresh bread and lavender, and there was always this soft, warm light spilling in through the window.” Her voice softened. “It felt like stepping into a world outside of time.”
Vi could almost see it, the young Caitlyn standing in that kitchen, the older woman guiding her hands as they kneaded dough, the warmth of the oven contrasting with the cool air outside, creating a cozy little world just for them.
As they neared the village, the lights flickered into view, casting a warm, amber glow over the path ahead. The small homes were nestled together like an old, cherished storybook illustration, their chimneys trailing wisps of smoke into the cool night air. Caitlyn’s stories lingered in the quiet between them, each one adding another layer of meaning to the journey, painting their path with memories both past and present. The peaceful night around them felt as though it, too, was part of those stories, carrying echoes of Caitlyn’s childhood through the trees, fields, and softly glowing village.
As Caitlyn and Vi strolled side by side down the moonlit forest path, Caitlyn’s laughter broke through the serene night air, carrying a brightness that felt like warmth against the cool autumn chill. The moon hung low and generous, casting silver tendrils across the leaves and tracing the edges of each shadow until it looked like they were walking in an otherworldly, enchanted forest. The trees whispered around them, their branches arching above like guardians bearing silent witness to the bond shared between the two.
With a teasing look, Caitlyn began, “You know, my first apple pie attempt was a culinary disaster of epic proportions.”
Vi raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk as she wrapped her arm around Caitlyn’s waist to pull her close. “Oh really? This I have to hear. Let me guess apple pie à la concrete?’”
Caitlyn chuckled, a gleam of self mockery in her eyes. “Not too far off, actually. I was eleven, absolutely convinced I could make a masterpiece. I’d watched our neighbor make pies dozens of times and thought, How hard could it be? I had it all planned out. Flawless dough, perfect apples, enough cinnamon to perfume the whole house.”
Vi gave her a sidelong look, unable to resist. “And let me guess, the reality was more hard labor?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” Caitlyn shook her head, amusement lighting up her face. “I didn’t realize dough wasn’t supposed to feel like….well, granite. I kept adding flour, thinking it would help, but by the end, I was practically kneading cement. Then, halfway through, I got cocky and mixed up the sugar with salt, so by the time it was in the oven, I’d somehow managed to bake an indestructible brick with salted apple filling.”
Vi laughed, the sound rich and genuine, filling the quiet woods around them. “So what you’re telling me is that little Caitlyn invented Piltover’s first weaponized dessert?”
“Essentially, yes.” Caitlyn leaned into Vi’s shoulder, barely containing her grin. “The poor woman tried so hard to be supportive. She took one bite, tried to chew, but I swear it took her ten minutes, and she was still struggling. The crust wouldn’t give, the apples were salty, and I think it nearly shattered her teeth.”
Vi clutched her side, laughing harder. “So, it’s village lore now, right? The Great Apple Rock Incident of Piltover? I bet they still tell kids the story as a cautionary tale.”
“Legend has it there’s a shard of that pie still buried in the village square.” Caitlyn said, feigning solemnity. “I’ve heard them mention it at least three times since.”
Vi nudged her playfully. “Well, I think I’ve got my own legendary status to live up to now, then. Think they’ll risk letting you near their ovens tonight?”
Caitlyn chuckled, giving Vi a gentle nudge back, but there was warmth in her gaze as she looked up.
Vi leaned in with a sly grin, nudging Caitlyn with her shoulder. “You know, if you’re ever tired of eating all that elegant Piltover food, I could cook for you.” She said, her voice casual but with that familiar teasing edge.
Caitlyn shot her a sidelong glance, skepticism written all over her face. “Oh really? And what exactly would you cook? Something gourmet, like... rat tail stew?”
Vi smirked, crossing her arms. “Now you’re talkin’ my language. But nah, not stew. We can do something more refined than that.” She let the words hang for a moment before continuing with a glint in her eyes. “I’m thinkin’ deep-fried rat tail. Real crispy. You’d love it.”
Caitlyn's expression turned to one of pure disbelief. “Rat tail? That’s your idea of a refined dish? What, did you learn how to cook from the local alleyways?” She raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Vi threw her head back and laughed, unbothered. “You’re too uptight, Cait. You Piltover folks are so picky about food. Always with the “Oh, it needs to be pristine and perfectly arranged!” You just need to loosen up a little. Honestly, I think you’d love it if you just gave it a shot. You’ve gotta stop being so prim and proper for once.”
Caitlyn scrunched up her nose, still fighting the mental image of rat tails. “I’m not so sure about that. I’ve seen enough street food in the Undercity to last a lifetime.” She said, her voice tinged with hesitation. She couldn’t help but recall the tentacle bowl Vi had devoured back at Jericho’s place. “I’ll pass on your specialties,thanks.”
Vi smirked, clearly enjoying the discomfort she was causing. “Aw, come on, Cait. You don’t know what you’re missing. That tentacle dish? Top tier.” She leaned in closer, lowering her voice with exaggerated seriousness. “I bet you’d love it if you stopped acting like a little lady who only eats tea sandwiches.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, trying and failing not to smile. “I think I’ll stick to my little lady routine, thank you very much,” She replied, her tone playful yet firm. “And maybe, just maybe, I’ll cook for you next time.”
Vi raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I know I love your cooking.” She teased, winking. “But why don’t you let me cook for you? I’ll make something real special. Spider leg stew with a side of sizzling rat tail. Just imagine the look on your face when I serve you that, huh?”
Caitlyn’s face twisted in horror. “That’s it. You’re banned from the kitchen forever. I’ll stick to my boring salads.”
Vi chuckled, fully amused by the entire exchange. “Whatever, Cait. One of these days, I’ll get you to eat something that isn’t refined and classy. And when that day comes, you’ll be begging for seconds.”
Caitlyn shot her a look, still skeptical but clearly entertained. “We’ll see about that, Vi. We’ll see.”
Caitlyn and Vi stepped into the village as the evening settled in, the light of the waning day fading behind them. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the scents of wood smoke and fresh earth from the fields. It wasn’t yet midnight, but the darkness of the night wrapped around the village like a cozy blanket, softening the edges of the buildings and casting long shadows across the winding road.
Vi glanced around, taking in the quiet, peaceful atmosphere that was so different from the hustle of Piltover. The market stalls, typically buzzing with life and color during the day, now stood empty, their shutters closed with a faint, weathered creak in the breeze. Many were decorated with faded banners and hanging herbs, the remnants of the day’s activity. The little cottages that dotted the road were snug and inviting, their stone walls and wooden beams softened by the flickering warmth of light spilling through the small, curtained windows.
Vi’s gaze wandered farther down the road where the barns and outbuildings emerged from the dusk. The roofs of the barns rose gently against the horizon, silhouetted against the darkening sky. In the pens nearby, the slow, rhythmic breathing of cattle filled the air, their massive forms asleep in the comfort of the evening. The smell of hay and the faint rustling of the animals mixed with the fresh, earthy scent of the woods nearby.
The path they followed was a cobbled road, worn and smooth from years of travel. Caitlyn led the way with a quiet smile, her steps confident but leisurely, as though she had walked this path a hundred times before. Her eyes softened as they approached a small cottage that stood tucked away at the edge of the village. The cottage was simple but warm, with a stone chimney puffing thin curls of smoke into the air, a sign of the hearth still alight inside. A small wooden porch, wrapped in ivy and flowers, gave the home a welcoming, lived in feel.
Behind the cottage, a chicken coop sat at the edge of a fenced yard, the faint clucking of the hens inside barely audible in the night air. A few hens were perched in the coop, ready for sleep, their feathers ruffling in the wind, while a couple of roosters lazily pecked at the ground, unfazed by the quiet night.
“This is it.” Caitlyn said, her voice a soft whisper as they approached the door. There was a certain warmth in her tone, a deep fondness for this place that Vi could hear but hadn’t yet fully understood. As they reached the gate that led into the yard, Caitlyn paused, taking in the familiar sight of the cottage with a quiet affection. “I’ve spent many nights here with her. It’s... simple, but it’s homey. There’s a peace here that you can’t find anywhere else.”
Vi stood beside Caitlyn, letting the quiet settle between them. The gentle sounds of the village, the rustling of leaves, and the distant lowing of cattle seemed to wrap the two of them in a kind of unspoken bond. There was something about this place that made Vi’s usual restlessness fade. She could feel the charm of it, the kind of charm that Caitlyn had carried with her, even though the city often pulled her back into its chaos.
Vi leaned against the fence, a playful smile creeping across her face. “Looks like you were right, Cait. This place really is cozy.”
Caitlyn smiled softly but didn’t respond immediately, her gaze focused on the cottage in front of them. There was a deep sense of peace in her eyes, a look that made Vi wonder what other stories were hidden within this quiet village.
Caitlyn’s knuckles knocked gently on the wooden door, the sound almost swallowed by the peaceful quiet of the village night. The wind had picked up slightly, whispering through the trees and sending a rustle through the leaves. A few seconds passed before the door creaked open, revealing an older woman who seemed to glow with warmth, like a candle flickering gently in a cozy room.
She was the kind of woman everyone could picture as a beloved grandmother. Her face was lined with age, but it was the kind of age that spoke of a life well lived, filled with stories and kindness. Her silver hair was pulled back into a loose bun, stray strands gently framing her round face. She wore a faded apron over a simple dress, and as she opened the door, the scent of cinnamon and fresh bread seemed to roll out to greet them, like an invisible embrace.
The older woman’s eyes widened for just a moment, a spark of recognition flashing in them, before her expression softened into something like relief, warmth, and joy all at once. She stepped back from the door, her hands outstretched as she took in Caitlyn’s familiar face.
“Caitlyn, Dear.” She said, her voice warm and full of affection, each syllable wrapped in the kind of tenderness only someone who had known you since you were little could offer. “I never thought I’d see you again. Come in, come in.”
Caitlyn stepped forward with a smile, her eyes lighting up as she embraced the older woman in a tight hug. “It’s been too long.” Caitlyn said, her voice soft but filled with nostalgia. “I missed this place... and you.”
The woman pulled back, her hands still resting on Caitlyn’s shoulders as she looked at her, appraising her with fond eyes. “And you’ve grown so much. Last time I saw you, you were just a little thing running around this yard, all elbows and knees.” She chuckled, her laugh rich and warm, and Caitlyn grinned sheepishly, a little embarrassed but clearly happy at the woman’s words.
Vi, standing just behind Caitlyn, took it all in. The cottage itself was small but utterly charming, with stone walls that looked like they had been standing for centuries. The air was thick with the scent of herbs, cinnamon, and something else sweet that she couldn’t quite place. Candles flickered in the windows, casting soft golden glows onto the wooden floor as the pair entered the warmth of the house.
But it wasn’t just the coziness of the cottage that captured Vi’s attention. It was the way Caitlyn seemed to relax the moment she entered. Vi had never seen her like this before, so light hearted, open, even a little bit vulnerable. It was clear from the ease in their exchange that this woman was family in a way Caitlyn didn’t need to explain. Vi hadn’t realized just how much Caitlyn had left behind when she stepped into the rigid, high class world of Piltover.
And the contrast between the cozy, down to earth vibe of this cottage and the counterfeit, calculated beauty of Piltover was enough to make Vi stop and take a long breath. Here, there was no judgment, no expectations, no pretense. No one here would care about where Vi came from or what she had done in the Undercity. There was a quiet acceptance in this place, a freedom that Vi hadn’t known existed outside the rough streets she was used to.
She leaned against the doorframe, still watching as Caitlyn and the woman caught up. Caitlyn’s voice was animated as she spoke about her life in Piltover, her adventures, and the things she had learned. The older woman chuckled softly and shook her head in disbelief at Caitlyn’s stories. Vi couldn’t help but smile at the easy rhythm of their conversation, how Caitlyn seemed so at ease, so normal here.
Vi felt a small shift inside herself. The tension she’d carried with her, the one that always made her feel like an outsider started to melt away, replaced by a quiet sense of calm. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel like she was walking into enemy territory, or like she had to watch her back. The villagers here wouldn’t look at her the same way Piltover’s elite would they wouldn’t see her as a “lower class” or a “threat.” Here, in this little cottage with the sweet scent of cinnamon in the air, she could simply be Vi.
As Caitlyn and the older woman exchanged warm greetings, Vi hung back a little, taking in the cozy cottage with an awkward mix of curiosity and discomfort. The place was everything she wasn’t used to. Peaceful, welcoming, with an earthy smell of cinnamon and herbs hanging in the air. There was no chaos, no noise, no fighting to survive. Just a calm, quiet atmosphere that made her feel like she’d wandered into a different world. Vi shuffled her feet, unsure where to place herself, not quite fitting into this serene little slice of life.
The older woman, noticing her unease, turned her keen eyes toward Vi, a knowing smile curling on her lips. “Well, would we look at you?” She said warmly, her gaze landing on Vi’s messy pink hair, the tough exterior of her muscular arms and her elaborate tattoos, the worn, battle ready boots. "The cutest thing I’ve seen in a while." She chuckled softly, clearly amused.
Vi blinked in surprise, her usual tough exterior crumbling under the woman's unexpected compliment. She felt a flush creep up her neck, the kind of heat you couldn’t hide even if you tried. Her voice came out awkwardly. “Uh… thanks?” She said, rubbing the back of her head like a guilty kid caught in the act.
Caitlyn’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she caught sight of Vi’s flustered expression. She could hardly contain her laughter, but she was careful not to make Vi too uncomfortable. Instead, she leaned in slightly, her fingers brushing against Vi’s hand in that familiar, reassuring way that sent a jolt through Vi’s chest.
“Well, there’s a reason she’s so cute.” Caitlyn teased, her voice light and playful as her eyes glinted with rascality. She turned her attention back to the older woman, then gave Vi’s hand a gentle squeeze. “This is Vi. My girlfriend.”
Vi’s heart skipped a beat. “Girlfriend?” The word hung in the air, wrapping around the moment like a heavy blanket that made everything feel suddenly real. She blinked at Caitlyn, her breath catching in her throat. Caitlyn was saying it out loud, right here, in front of this stranger. The warmth of the word spread through her, but her cheeks went from pink to full-on fire as she tried to recover. She squeezed Caitlyn’s hand back, more for reassurance than anything. “Girlfriend”… it was a lot to process.
The older woman’s eyes widened, her face lighting up like a lantern in the dark. “Girlfriend, you say?” She leaned in closer, giving Caitlyn a knowing look that made Vi’s embarrassment grow by tenfold. “Well, it’s about time, isn’t it? You two make quite the pair.”
Vi’s blush deepened, and she quickly cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly on her feet. “Y-Yeah, well... Caitlyn’s got a lot of patience.” She muttered, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. “But uh, thanks for the compliment.”
Caitlyn, taking full advantage of the moment, leaned in and nudged Vi playfully. “Oh, she’s really tough.” She teased, her voice full of affection. “Tougher than she looks, trust me. But she’s also got her softer side.” Caitlyn squeezed Vi’s hand again, her eyes twinkling with amusement, loving every second of this.
The older woman smiled and reached out, ruffling Vi’s pink hair like she was her own grandchild. “You’re a lucky one, Caitlyn.” She said, her voice warm and kind. Then, she turned to Vi, her smile widening even more. “And you, my dear, are always welcome here. No need to be shy. You’re both safe here. Nobody’s going to bite.”
The cottage was a haven of warmth and simplicity, nestled quietly at the edge of the village, where the rolling hills met the sky. It was an old stone building, weathered by time but filled with charm. The walls were thick and sturdy, their gray surface softened by a patina of moss and ivy that clung to the stone like a second skin. The interior was a cozy embrace, a contrast to the sharp, imposing world outside. The air inside was sweet with the smell of aged wood, herbs drying from the beams, and something savory simmering on the stove possibly a rich, earthy stew or the scent of freshly baked bread, warm and inviting.
The light in the room was soft, filtered through a large windowpane that took up almost an entire wall, framing a breathtaking view of the endless fields beyond. The window’s edges were lined with delicate curtains, their blush pink fabric moving gently in the breeze that rustled through the trees outside. The golden light of the late afternoon bathed the room in a warm glow, casting soft patterns on the worn wooden floor, where a large braided rug lay in front of the hearth. The fire crackled lazily, sending little sparks up the chimney, filling the air with a faint, comforting scent of burning oak.
In the corner, near the hearth, stood an old wooden dining table, its surface worn and scratched from years of use, yet still sturdy and full of character. Above it, a single hanging lamp with a softly flickering flame illuminated the table. On the table itself sat a small cookbook, its cover adorned with the image of a perfectly baked apple pie, a pie that looked so golden, so flawless, that it almost seemed unreal. The book was slightly dog eared, a hint that it had been used often, perhaps by the same hands that had baked it, those hands now resting by Caitlyn’s side.
Vi’s gaze drifted over the kitchen, the scents of home cooked food mingling in the air. Her eyes landed on the cookbook with the pie on the cover, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. Her fingers drummed lightly on the edge of the table as she leaned toward Caitlyn, who was absorbed in a novel, her brow furrowed in concentration. Vi’s voice was a teasing lilt, breaking the silence. “So, what’s the deal with the pie?” She asked, her eyes glinting with playful curiosity.
Caitlyn glanced up from her book with an exaggerated sigh, an eye roll immediately following. She was trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips, but it was clear she knew what was coming. “Don’t.” Caitlyn muttered, half trying to shoo Vi’s teasing away, though the affection in her tone betrayed her.
Vi’s grin widened as she looked over at the elderly woman who had been hosting them, a sweet, gentle presence with a kind smile that matched the warmth of the cottage. The woman’s face lit up as she sensed the beginning of the story Caitlyn was trying to avoid.
“Well,” the older woman began, her voice light and full of humor, “When Caitlyn decided to bake her first apple pie, she was so determined. She had all the right ingredients, or so she thought.” The woman’s eyes twinkled as she leaned in, clearly enjoying the opportunity to share the tale. Caitlyn sank lower into her chair, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and affection as she listened.
The woman continued, “But Caitlyn, bless her heart, accidentally used salt instead of sugar.” She paused for effect, her hands moving in exaggerated gestures, as if illustrating the drama of the moment. “The result was... well, it could’ve been used to build a wall. Solid as a rock, it was.” She chuckled softly, the sound warm and musical. “That pie could’ve been a weapon! It was a concrete bowl.” Her eyes flicked over to Caitlyn, who gave her an exasperated look, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips, too.
Vi, unable to contain herself, let out a laugh, a rich, low sound that filled the room. She leaned in playfully, her foot subtly grazing Caitlyn’s ankle under the table. “That pie could’ve been the latest enforcer weapon.” Vi teased, her voice light but full of affection. “I’m pretty sure it was scarier than anything from the Undercity.”
Caitlyn let out a long, exaggerated sigh, her eyes rolling dramatically as she gave Vi a sideways glance. “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?” She muttered, though there was a playful edge to her words. Her fingers tapped on her book absentmindedly, betraying her attempt at nonchalance.
Vi gave her a wicked smile, leaning back in her chair, and crossed her arms over her chest. “Not a chance. You know, I think you should try baking again. I mean, you’ve been to those fancy Piltover cooking classes, right? You’ve got to redeem yourself from the little lady who nearly started a war with a pie.”
Caitlyn shot her a look of whimsical indignation, but the corners of her lips were twitching. “Stop calling me that.” She said, her tone serious but softened by the playful light in her eyes.
The older woman let out a quiet chuckle, clearly enjoying the interaction between the two women. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes twinkling with warmth. Her smile stretched wide as she added, “Maybe next time, Caitlyn will bake a pie that’s edible. I’ll even give her a hand might need a little extra sugar this time, though.”
The room was filled with the mingling sounds of laughter and the soft crackling of the fire, the moments passing by like a slow, easy melody. The smell of bread baking in the oven blended with the fresh, earthy scent of herbs hanging from the rafters. The warmth from the fire reached into every corner, making the place feel even cozier, like a soft embrace that wrapped around Caitlyn and Vi as they shared these small, quiet moments of familiarity.
Caitlyn’s fingers brushed against Vi’s under the table once more, the simple touch sending a flutter through her chest. She paused, looking out the window at the sprawling fields beyond. The late moonlight bathed the world outside in a soft, white hue, and for a moment, Caitlyn allowed herself to relax, to simply be here with Vi, in this moment of peace. The laughter, the gentle teasing it was all part of something much bigger than just a shared meal or a silly story about a ruined pie.
Vi, noticing Caitlyn’s momentary silence, leaned forward, her voice softer now, though still filled with that teasing warmth. “What do you say? Another shot at baking? You’ve got to redeem yourself, after all.”
Caitlyn smiled, her eyes flicking toward Vi, soft and knowing. “Maybe.” She said, her voice quieter now. “But only if you promise not to call me “the little lady” ever again.”
Vi raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “No promises.” She said, her voice dripping with playful affection as she winked at Caitlyn, the bond between them undeniable, the teasing just a small reflection of something far deeper.
The older woman, her silver hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, settled back into her chair with a playful glint in her eyes. She glanced at Caitlyn, a knowing smile tugging at her lips, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "Ah, but that’s not the only kitchen disaster Caitlyn's been involved in, is it?"
Caitlyn sighed defeatedly, already bracing herself. She buried her face in her hands, her fingers curling against the soft fabric of her sleeves, the familiar warmth of embarrassment creeping over her skin. There was no escaping this now, she knew. The woman’s eyes sparkled, and she leaned forward, ready to indulge in the next chapter of Caitlyn’s kitchen misadventures.
The old woman’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, drawing Vi into the story with the gleam of mischief. “Ah, no. I remember the time Caitlyn decided she was going to make a special drink for her father. Tobias, bless his heart, always had such faith in her little experiments. He never questioned her creations, no matter how unusual they were.” She chuckled to herself, her eyes twinkling with the memory.
Caitlyn could already feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and she quickly took a sip of her tea to hide the flush that spread across her face. She felt Vi’s eyes on her, a hint of amusement in her gaze. The older woman continued, her voice flowing smoothly as she painted the picture.
“It was a crisp evening, the kind that bites at your skin and makes the warmth of a fire feel even more inviting.” The older woman began. The room seemed to grow even cozier, the firelight flickering in the stone hearth, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The scent of wood smoke mingled with the earthy fragrance of the cottage, the aroma of freshly baked bread still lingering in the air from earlier. “Caitlyn had this idea, see she wanted to make Tobias a warm honey and milk drink, just like the one his mother used to make. It was simple, soothing, and it would warm him after a long day. She was so proud of the idea, and Tobias, always supportive, couldn’t wait to try it.”
The older woman paused, glancing over at Caitlyn, whose lips were pressed tightly together, the tiniest twitch of a smile escaping. “Now, you must know.” She continued, her voice lowering, “That Caitlyn didn’t have a lot of experience in the kitchen back then. The pantry was a bit of a mess, spices jumbled together, jars and bottles all stacked haphazardly.”
Vi leaned in, curiosity piqued. The old woman’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she drew the story out. “Well, Caitlyn poor dear, was looking for cinnamon. Cinnamon, you see, is the perfect spice for that drink. It’s warm, slightly sweet, with a touch of spice that lingers on your tongue, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. But what did Caitlyn do?”
Caitlyn groaned, her face still hidden behind her hands as her elbows were propped up onto the table, sinking into the red checkered tablecloth. She prayed her chair would turn into quicksand at that very moment, allowing her to escape.“Please don’t tell her.” She muttered, but the older woman was already enjoying herself too much.
“She grabbed the wrong jar.” The woman said, her voice full of bliss. “Instead of cinnamon, she grabbed grounded red pepper that looked all too similar to cinnamon.”
The words hung in the air for a second before Vi bursted out laughing, her loud, genuine laughter filling the cozy space, causing the fire to crackle even more fiercely in response. Caitlyn’s face was now a deep shade of red, her eyes darting to the side to avoid the teasing look in Vi’s gaze.
“No… No way.” Vi gasped between laughs, her hand pressed against her chest as she struggled to catch her breath. “Tell me Tobias didn’t actually drink it.”
“Oh, he did.” The older woman said with a wink, her voice as smooth as honey. “Tobias, the kind man that he is, took one sip. Just one, and his face turned as red as a ripe strawberry. You could see the sweat forming on his brow, his eyes watering as the heat hit him. But he didn’t say a word. Not a single complaint.”
Vi nearly doubled over in her seat, her laughter ringing in the room like music. Caitlyn shook her head in disbelief, her embarrassment slowly giving way to reluctant laughter.
“Are you telling me?” Vi gasped, “That he actually finished it?”
“Oh, he did.” The older woman said, leaning in with a gleam in her eyes, enjoying every moment of the story. “He kept drinking it, one agonizing sip after another, his face a picture of pure suffering, but he never once said a word about the fiery disaster Caitlyn had created. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings. No, he just smiled, wiped his brow, and kept going. By the end, his face was the color of a sunburn, and his shirt was sticking to his back with sweat, but he finished that drink like a champion.”
Vi was beside herself with laughter now, her entire body shaking with mirth. She reached for the table, bracing herself to keep from collapsing. “I think I would have passed out from the heat.” She said, wiping tears from her eyes. “But your dad, he’s a saint. I can’t believe he didn’t just spit it out.”
Caitlyn let out a long, helpless laugh, the sound rich and genuine. She finally lowered her hands, still shaking her head. “I didn’t realize what I’d done until I saw his face, and then I smelled the drink. It was so spicy, so overpowering. I was so embarrassed.”
“Well, bless Tobias.” The older woman chuckled, shaking her head fondly. “I remember when he finally put the cup down, he didn’t even comment on the taste. He just said, “Well, Caitlyn, I think we’ve discovered a new spice for the recipe book.’”
Vi wiped her eyes, her laughter dying down to amused chuckles as she shook her head. “Cait your dad is a legend.” She said, her voice warm and affectionate. “Who else could handle a drink like that with so much grace?”
Caitlyn smiled softly, the fondness in her gaze revealing a deeper affection. “Yeah, he’s always been that way. Never made me feel bad, even when I completely messed up. He just…” She paused, her voice softening. “He always made me feel like I could do anything, even if it meant setting the kitchen on fire.”
The older woman smiled at them both, the quiet warmth in her gaze speaking volumes. “Tobias has always been proud of you, Caitlyn. Even when things didn’t go as planned.”
Vi reached out, her hand brushing Caitlyn’s gently, grounding her. Caitlyn’s heart fluttered slightly, and she squeezed Vi’s hand in return, the moment wrapping around them like a blanket.
“I think he would be proud of you now.” Vi said quietly, her voice tender, eyes soft as she met Caitlyn’s gaze. “You’ve come so far. And I’m proud of you, too.”
Caitlyn’s heart skipped a beat, and she met Vi’s gaze, their connection palpable in the silence that fell between them. The world outside the cottage seemed to still, the soft crackling of the fire and the rhythmic sound of their breathing the only sounds that mattered in that moment. “Thanks, Vi.” Caitlyn whispered, her voice filled with a warmth that went far beyond the cottage's glow. “That means everything to me.”
As the older woman, Mable, stirred the stew with a wooden spoon, her eyes half focused on the bubbling pot, Caitlyn felt a subtle shift in the air around her. The warmth of the cottage, the crackling fire, and the rich scent of the stew enveloped them, but it was the quiet touch of Vi’s hand on hers that made Caitlyn’s heart beat just a little faster.
Vi’s fingers brushed lightly against Caitlyn’s, sending a familiar wave of warmth through her. Caitlyn turned her head toward Vi, who was looking at her with an almost nostalgic smile, her eyes distant for a moment as though lost in memory. The soft glow of the firelight caught the curves of Vi’s face, highlighting the playfulness in her eyes and the faint, almost dreamy tilt to her lips.
“Cait, do you remember when I told you about Vander a little while ago?” Vi asked, her voice low and thoughtful, the words laced with a gentle undercurrent of affection. Her brow furrowed slightly as she spoke, and her lips pressed together in a way that suggested the weight of the memory was still very much with her. There was a subtle tenderness in her gaze, as though she were bracing herself to revisit something personal.
Caitlyn nodded, remembering how Vi had shared with her the story of how Vander had taken her and Powder in after their parents had died. He hadn’t just taken on the role of protector. He had become a father figure for them, someone who gave them stability when their world had fallen apart.
Vi’s eyes softened, and her lips curved into a small, wistful smile. “I used to watch him all the time.” She continued, her voice growing more animated as the story took shape. “He was so smooth behind the bar, you know? There was something about the way he moved so effortlessly, like it was all second nature to him. He didn’t just pour drinks, he made it an art form.” Her expression grew more intense, her eyes lighting up with the recollection of those early impressions of Vander. “He had this way of making everything look so easy, even the complicated stuff. Flipping those damn bottles, watching them spin in the air, catching them with the same steady hand like it was nothing. It wasn’t just skill, it was confidence, like he knew exactly what he was doing, and that made everyone feel like everything was under control. Even when the place was crowded, he always had his head on straight.”
Vi’s fingers twitched lightly against Caitlyn’s hand, the memory sparking a flare of excitement within her. Her eyes brightened, and she leaned in closer, her voice eager now as she spoke, eyes almost glowing with her admiration for Vander. “The bar was always packed with people, loud and rowdy.” She said, her smile widening slightly, remembering the chaotic energy of the place. “You’ve seen how crazy it could get down there, shouting, music blaring, everyone trying to talk over each other. But even in all that chaos, there was Vander, moving like he was in control of the whole room. People would come up, and no matter how messy the place was, he’d make them feel like they were the only ones there. That’s the thing about Vander, he could make you feel like everything was okay, even when everything was falling apart.”
She paused for a moment, her gaze turning distant, her expression softening into something more contemplative. “Anyway, I was never allowed behind the bar. Too young, and Vander knew better than to let me anywhere near it.” She sighed, the memory of being a kid too eager to learn something she wasn’t ready for surfacing in her tone. “But one night, the place was extra busy, and I saw my chance. It was packed, and Vander was dealing with a big crowd, so I figured, if I could just sneak behind the bar while no one was paying attention, I could learn something. I’d been watching him for so long, and I thought, "How hard could it be?”
Vi smirked, the gleam of defiance flashing in her eyes, her lips quaking into a playful grin as she recalled her youthful ambition. “I waited until it was quieter, when people were more caught up in their own conversations. I slipped behind the bar, trying to be as quiet as possible. The whole place was loud, but I felt like I had the perfect moment to sneak in.”
Her voice dropped into a more clandestine tone, and Caitlyn could see the mischief in Vi’s eyes as she told the story. “I grabbed one of the cocktail shakers and tried to copy Vander’s moves. You know, the way he flips those bottles, like it’s nothing. I thought, if I could just do it like him, I’d impress everyone, especially Vander. I wasn’t thinking about how I was way too small to be handling a bottle like that.” Vi’s voice was tinged with a mixture of affection and self deprecating humor as she continued. “So, I tried flipping it just like I’d seen him do so many times, but of course, I didn’t get it right. The shaker slipped right out of my hands, and the damn thing crashed to the floor. You could hear that sound echoing through the whole bar, like a damn strike of lightning.”
Vi shook her head with a smile, her lips curling slightly as she met Caitlyn’s gaze, her eyes gleaming with glee but also a hint of embarrassment. “People went quiet for a second, and all eyes were on me. I froze, but then I heard Vander.” Her expression softened, a faraway look in her eyes as she spoke his name, like she could still hear his voice in her mind. “He didn’t yell, didn’t even raise his voice. He just gave me that look, like he knew exactly what I was up to. He didn’t even scold me at first. I thought he’d be pissed, but no, he just kind of chuckled under his breath, like he was trying not to laugh.”
Vi smiled at the memory, her eyes warm and affectionate as she spoke of Vander’s reaction. “What did he say?” Caitlyn asked, her voice full of curiosity.
Vi’s smile deepened, her tone now soft, almost reverent as she recalled the exact words. “Well, after the flask broke, he pulled me aside. He didn’t yell at me, but he gave me that look, the one he always used when he was serious. “You’re too young for this,” he said. “You can’t be messing around with alcohol like this until you’re older, Vi.” He didn’t sugarcoat it. He told me to stick to being a kid and leave the grown up stuff to the grown ups. But I didn’t mind, not really. He wasn’t angry. He just... he was looking out for me. And Powder too. We weren’t just his responsibility as a protector, he was like a father to us, you know?”
Vi’s voice softened further, and her eyes shone with both pride and affection as she spoke of Vander’s influence on her. Her gaze drifted to the fire, as though she were reliving the moment. “He didn’t just look out for us when things were tough. He made sure we had guidance too. He would tell us we could do anything, but only if we learned the right way. And that night, after I messed up, he said something I’ll never forget.” Vi’s smile turned fond, the edge of mischief still in her eyes, but now softened by the depth of the memory. “He grinned, and with that trademark Vander humor, he said, “You’re never going to get good at something if you don’t make mistakes. But if you’re going to mess up, do it with style.’”
Vi’s chuckle was full of warmth, and her voice became quieter, almost reverent as she continued. “It wasn’t just about the mistake. It was about how I carried myself through it. He always said, “You mess up, you own it.” He showed me that it’s okay to make mistakes, that it’s part of learning. He didn’t treat me like I was some stupid kid. He treated me like I had potential, and that if I was willing to learn, I’d get there.”
Her gaze softened further, and Caitlyn could see the reverence in the way she spoke. It wasn’t just respect, it was admiration, a deep affection for the man who had helped shape her into the person she was.
Vi exhaled softly, her expression quiet and proud, the vulnerability in her voice telling Caitlyn just how much Vander had meant to her. “Vander was like a father to me, to Powder. He didn’t just protect us. He taught us how to be strong, how to stand on our own two feet. He knew how to lead, but he also knew how to guide without pushing us too hard.”
Caitlyn smiled gently, her heart swelling with admiration. “He sounds like an incredible man.”
Vi nodded, her expression filled with quiet pride. “He was.”
The warmth of the cottage seemed to deepen as Mabel returned to the table, carefully placing two steaming bowls of stew in front of Caitlyn and Vi. The rich scent of the hearty meal filled with tender meat, vegetables, and aromatic herbs hung in the air like a comforting embrace. Mabel had a certain grace to her, moving with an ease that only years of experience could bring, her hands steady as she placed down the bowls with a soft clink.
Caitlyn and Vi exchanged a quiet smile as the first spoonfuls of stew filled their mouths. The flavors were simple, but rich, the warmth from the broth seeping into them, grounding them in the moment. They ate in contented silence for a while, the flickering firelight dancing in the background, casting shadows that seemed to sway along with the rhythmic sounds of the spoon against the bowl.
Mabel sat nearby as she continued working on her latest knitting project, watching the two of them with a soft smile, her eyes filled with an unspoken understanding. The quiet companionship in the room wrapped around Caitlyn like a blanket. She hadn't realized how much she had missed such peaceful moments, the feeling of being cared for, of just... being.
After they had eaten, the last of the stew consumed and the bowls cleared away, Mabel led them to the small guest room she had prepared for the night. It was tucked away at the back of the cottage, a cozy retreat from the outside chill. The room wasn’t large, but its size only added to its charm. The walls were painted a warm, soft shade of cream, and the bed was tucked beneath the window, with a view of the moonlit garden outside. The soft glow of candlelight from a nearby lamp illuminated the room with a gentle, golden hue, making the space feel both intimate and safe.
Mabel had gone out of her way to make them feel comfortable. She had given Caitlyn a soft nightgown, one she had kept from her younger years, light, airy, and delicate, with lace trim along the collar and sleeves. Mabel had mentioned it with a knowing look, having heard the story of Caitlyn’s fall into the lake earlier in the day, and Caitlyn couldn’t help but feel a little touched by the gesture. The fabric felt cool and smooth against her skin as she slipped it on, the softness a stark contrast to the chilly evening air outside.
Vi, already lounging on the bed, raised an eyebrow as Caitlyn emerged from behind the small, faded screen. “Well, well,” Vi teased, her lips curling into a playful grin. “Look at you, all prim and proper. What’s this, Caitlyn? Are you going to a ball or something?” Her voice was light with amusement, but there was a hint of affection that softened the teasing edge.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. She crossed her arms, trying to act unimpressed, though the playfulness in Vi’s voice was hard to ignore. “Behave yourself, Vi.” She said, her tone light but firm. “It’s just a nightgown, not some fancy dress.”
Vi snorted in response, her grin widening as she flopped back onto the bed with a dramatic flourish. “Aren’t you just full of surprises, Cait?” She teased, propping herself up on one elbow to watch Caitlyn climb into bed. The warmth between them was palpable, the playful banter somehow making the room feel even more intimate.
Caitlyn shook her head but couldn’t suppress a quiet laugh. She moved to the other side of the bed, sliding under the covers beside Vi. The sheets were soft, cool to the touch at first, but they quickly warmed as they settled beneath them. The room was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fire in the other room and the occasional rustling of the sheets.
Vi shifted closer, her arm lightly brushing Caitlyn’s as she adjusted her position. They both lay there in silence for a few moments, the sound of each other’s breathing filling the space between them. There was something soothing about the proximity, the comfort of being in this small room, far away from the chaos of their usual lives. Caitlyn could feel the quiet warmth of Vi’s presence beside her, a gentle reminder that, despite everything that had happened, there was still peace to be found in these small moments.
Finally, Caitlyn spoke softly, breaking the silence. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” She said, her voice almost a whisper, as though not wanting to disturb the calm. “Just... being here, like this.”
Vi didn’t say anything at first, her eyes closed as she settled into the bed, but Caitlyn could hear the soft chuckle that bubbled up in her chest. “Yeah.” Vi replied quietly, her voice uncharacteristically soft. “It’s nice. Like... we’re not fighting for once, or running from something.”
Caitlyn smiled to herself, her heart a little lighter in the stillness of the night. The moments when it was just the two of them, no words needed, felt so rare and precious. She could feel her body growing heavy with the weight of sleep, the warmth of the bed and Vi’s presence lulling her into a sense of peaceful contentment.
Before long, the sounds of their breathing grew deeper, slower, until the two of them were nestled together in the quiet of the room, the fire’s light casting flickering shadows on the walls. The outside world seemed so far away, and for the first time in a long while, Caitlyn felt herself relax completely.
The steady rhythm of their breaths became the backdrop to the quiet night, until, eventually, both girls drifted off into a peaceful, undisturbed sleep, wrapped in the warmth of the fire and each other’s company.
As the first light of dawn pierced through the small window, casting delicate streams of gold across the room, a rooster let out its sharp, ear piercing crow. Its shrill call echoed through the cottage, disturbing the stillness of the early morning. Vi, still tangled in the warmth of the bed, groaned, her face scrunching in frustration as she reluctantly opened her eyes to the piercing sunlight.
“What the hell is making that sound?” Vi muttered, her voice thick with sleep as she slowly adjusted to the daylight creeping into the room. Her eyes fluttered open, and the first thing they locked onto was Caitlyn’s face. Caitlyn, too, had been startled awake by the rooster's persistent crowing.
Caitlyn couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle, her voice still soft with sleep. “That’s a rooster. They give you a wake up call as soon as the sun’s up.”
Vi squinted at her through the haze of early morning grogginess, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight. “Well, they’re annoying.” She grumbled, her voice dripping with disdain as she rolled over, trying to block out the morning noise. But then, something else caught her attention.
Caitlyn’s head, which had been nestled gently against her neck, shifted slightly as she stirred awake. Vi realized, with a hint of surprise, that Caitlyn still had her arms wrapped around her waist. The soft, steady rhythm of Caitlyn’s breathing against her neck made her heart race in an unexpected way. She could feel Caitlyn’s warm breath, the gentle exhale through her nose, causing an almost ticklish sensation against her skin.
Vi took a moment to process, before she couldn’t resist. With a fond sigh, she lifted one hand and softly stroked Caitlyn’s hair back, pushing a stray strand away from her face. “Well, so much for wanting to sleep in.” She muttered with a wry grin, her tone playful but laced with affection.
Caitlyn let out a small, sleepy hum, not fully awake yet, but certainly aware enough to chuckle. “Guess it’s not meant to be.” She said, her voice soft and warm. Her body shifted, allowing her to slowly pull away from Vi, though she didn’t seem in any rush to leave the comfort of the bed.
They both stretched, the lingering warmth of the blankets cocooning them for a few moments longer before the reality of the morning set in. Vi sighed dramatically, pulling herself out of bed with exaggerated care. Caitlyn, still feeling the weight of sleep, yawned widely as she slowly made her way to the small chest of clothes Mabel had left for them. Her clothes, freshly washed and now dry from the sun's heat, were folded neatly, and Caitlyn slipped into them, her movements slow but deliberate.
Vi, already at the window, glanced back at Caitlyn with a smirk. "We should’ve just stayed asleep. I’m convinced I could’ve gotten at least another hour in if not for that blasted rooster." She grumbled, but there was no real heat in her words. Her smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, knowing Caitlyn would catch it.
Caitlyn finished dressing, adjusting the worn fabric of her coat as she turned to join Vi. “You know, I think Mabel’s rooster has a mission, to make sure no one sleeps in. Ever.” She said with a teasing smile, slipping her arms into her coat and giving Vi a playful look.
Vi snorted, rolling her eyes. “Well, mission accomplished. I’ll take my revenge by sneaking back in for a nap once we’re done here.”
Together, they made their way to the kitchen, where Mabel was already busy preparing breakfast. The air was filled with the mouthwatering scent of sizzling bacon, fresh pancakes cooking on the stove, and the warm, inviting fragrance of eggs. Mabel stood at the stove, humming a soft tune as she flipped a pancake, the golden edges crisping perfectly. The kitchen, bathed in the soft morning light, felt cozy and welcoming, the warmth from the fire blending with the rich aromas that made Caitlyn’s stomach rumble in anticipation.
Mabel looked up as the two girls entered, her smile kind and knowing. “Morning, girls. Breakfast is almost ready.” She said cheerfully, her hands moving with practiced ease as she finished preparing the meal. She set out two plates stacked high with pancakes, crispy bacon, and eggs cooked to perfection. On the side, she placed a pitcher of fresh orange juice, the citrusy scent tangy and refreshing.
Vi wasted no time, her eyes gleaming with approval as she plopped herself down at the table. “This looks amazing.” She remarked, grabbing a fork and stabbing a generous portion of pancakes, smothering them with syrup as she took a bite. She paused, savoring the flavor before turning to Caitlyn with a grin. “You know, these taste way better than the ones we get at that little café we stop by during patrols.” Her eyes sparkled graciously as she added, “And trust me, those aren’t bad, but these? These are on a whole new level.”
Caitlyn laughed, cutting into her own stack of pancakes as she took a bite, the sweetness of the syrup blending perfectly with the fluffy texture of the pancakes. “It’s because they’re made fresher here, with natural ingredients. No shortcuts.” She smiled warmly at Mabel, who gave a modest shrug as she poured them both glasses of the freshly squeezed orange juice.
Vi raised her glass in a theatrical toast. “Well, here’s to Mabel, the queen of breakfast.” She said with a wink. “I think we’ve found the best pancakes in the whole damn world.”
Caitlyn, smiling at Vi’s playful comment, took a sip of the juice and agreed, “Mabel, these are incredible.” She felt a warmth settle in her chest, not just from the food, but from the feeling of comfort and care that seemed to permeate the air.
The two girls ate, exchanging playful banter as they dug into the hearty breakfast, the simple joy of shared moments making the world feel a little brighter. Vi finished her meal first, looking satisfied as she leaned back in her chair with a contented sigh. “I could get used to this.” She said, her tone light but filled with sincerity.
Caitlyn smiled, finishing her last bite. “Yeah, me too.” She said quietly, feeling the weight of the day ahead but also knowing, for this moment, they were right where they needed to be. Together, in a quiet cottage, with the smell of pancakes and bacon in the air and the sound of laughter between them. It felt like home.
As Caitlyn and Vi stood by the door of Mabel’s cozy cottage, Mabel pulled Caitlyn into a warm, lingering hug. She patted her back softly and smiled up at her with a hint of nostalgia. “Be sure to say hello to your father for me, Caitlyn.” She murmured, her voice thick with fondness. “Tell him the countryside remembers him well.”
“I will, Mabel.” Caitlyn replied, her voice warm, a grateful smile lighting up her face.
As Caitlyn and Vi made their way into the village, the early morning sun bathed everything in a soft, golden light, casting a gentle glow over the fields and cottages. The air was fresh, carrying the faint smell of wildflowers and the earthy scent of dew damp grass. Around them, the small village was just beginning to stir. Vendors in the marketplace were busy setting up their stalls, arranging fresh produce, handcrafted goods, and baked treats. Children raced through the fields, their laughter filling the air as they chased each other, their carefree energy adding a vibrant pulse to the sleepy countryside.
Vi looked around, her eyes taking in the charming bustle with undisguised wonder. “I gotta admit, Cait, it’s nice seeing something other than gears and smoke for a change. This place... it actually feels like it breathes.” She said, gesturing toward a nearby group of cows grazing lazily in a field, their brown and white coats gleaming in the sun.
Caitlyn chuckled, nudging Vi playfully. “Maybe Piltover needs more cows, then.” she teased, her smile widening when Vi gave her a scowl jokingly as she'd feel bad for those poor cows.
Just then, Caitlyn’s gaze landed on a quaint wooden stall at the edge of the marketplace. Its sign read “Fresh, Homemade Ice Cream” in swirling letters, and beside it stood a young teen girl arranging small bowls filled with creamy, pastel colored ice cream. The scent of fresh cream and sugar drifted toward them, enticing and sweet.
“Vi, look! Didn’t I say I’d get you fresh ice cream yesterday?” Caitlyn said, her eyes gleaming as she grabbed Vi’s arm, practically dragging her over to the stall. “Well, here it is, the freshest ice cream you’ll find in all of Piltover.”
Vi snickered, following Caitlyn with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “You’re lucky I don’t say no to anything involving sweets.” She joked, her eyes already fixed on the rows of colorful ice cream.
As they reached the stall, the girl behind the counter looked up, her face breaking into a bright smile. She had a dusting of freckles across her cheeks and warm brown eyes that sparkled with recognition. “You’re Tobias’s daughter, right?” She asked, her voice a mixture of excitement and surprise. “Caitlyn, isn’t it? Do you remember me at all? Last time we met, I must’ve been about seven.”
Caitlyn blinked, her memories flashing back to when she was fourteen. She suddenly recalled a small, bubbly girl with pigtails and an infectious laugh, Cadence, who’d shown her how to weave delicate flower crowns out of daisies and lavender. “Cadence? Oh my, it has been a long time!” Caitlyn’s face softened, and she laughed. “You used to teach me all the tricks for making flower crowns.”
Cadence grinned, a touch of pride lighting her face. “I still remember that! But now, I’m making ice cream instead of flower crowns. Here, let me show you what we’ve got!”
Cadence gestured to the trays of ice cream, each one a different shade of pastel or rich, warm hue. She listed off the flavors with a flourish. “Vanilla, strawberry, chocolate, blueberry, raspberry, hazelnut, caramel, butterscotch... all made fresh this morning. And because you’re an old friend, you can taste test them all if you’d like!”
Caitlyn glanced at Vi with a smirk. “I don’t know, Vi. Think you’re up to the challenge?”
Vi rolled her eyes, laughing. “Oh, like I’m going to say no to free ice cream. Bring it on!”
Cadence giggled and handed them tiny sample spoons, filled with their first taste of ice cream. Caitlyn tried the raspberry first, it was tangy and fresh, the flavor bursting on her tongue like summer itself. Vi went straight for chocolate, her face lighting up as she tasted it, her eyes half closing in satisfaction.
“Now that’s what I call chocolate.” Vi said, grinning as she nudged Caitlyn. “How about yours?”
“It’s wonderful.” Caitlyn replied, savoring the last hint of raspberry before trying the next spoonful, rich, creamy butterscotch that melted slowly on her tongue, leaving a warm, caramel-like sweetness. Her eyes widened. “Oh, I think I’m in love.”
They worked their way through the other flavors, their laughter ringing out as they shared reactions and traded spoons. Each flavor was unique and delicious, but Caitlyn knew she’d met her match with the butterscotch, while Vi seemed unable to resist the chocolate’s dark, intense richness.
When they finally chose their cones, Caitlyn proudly ordered a butterscotch for herself, and Vi went with her now favorite chocolate. Caitlyn reached for her coin purse, ready to pay, but Cadence held up her hand with a shake of her head.
“No, no, Caitlyn, it's a gift.” She said, her smile warm. “Consider it a treat from an old friend. Besides, you’re one of the reasons I started this stall in the first place. You showed me the kind of kindness that makes me want to share things with others.”
Caitlyn paused, touched by Cadence’s words, then tucked her purse away with a smile of gratitude. “Thank you, Cadence. I’ll be sure to tell my father what an amazing business you’ve got here.”
Vi took a large lick of her ice cream, savoring it with a satisfied sigh. “I think I’m ready to leave Piltover for good if it means more of this.” She joked, earning a laugh from both Caitlyn and Cadence.
As they walked through the bustling market, cones in hand, Caitlyn marveled at the quiet, simple joy of the moment. The sounds of laughter, the smell of fresh produce, the warmth of the sun, all of it felt wonderfully alive, like the heartbeat of the village itself. And beside her was Vi, whose playful banter and bright smile made everything feel a little more vibrant.
“I’ll admit.” Vi said, breaking the comfortable silence as they strolled along, “this is… one of the best mornings I’ve had in a while.” Her voice was genuine, and Caitlyn could hear the unspoken gratitude behind it.
Caitlyn smiled, bumping Vi’s shoulder playfully. “Guess there’s something to be said for a little countryside ice cream.” She replied with a soft laugh.
They continued their walk, enjoying the quiet yet lively rhythm of the village, savoring their ice cream as they watched the world come to life around them. It was a day neither would soon forget, a small, perfect escape from the whirlwind of Piltover, filled with simple joys and shared memories.
Vi and Caitlyn waited at the train station, watching as the morning mist began to lift from the tracks. They sat close on a wooden bench, the remnants of their shared laughter lingering in the cool air. Vi stretched, loosening her muscles from the early start, and then slipped her arm casually around Caitlyn’s shoulders, pulling her close.
With a smirk that could outshine the rising sun, Vi leaned in. “I think this was our best date yet.”
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, an amused glint in her eye. “Really? Even better than the fair when I won you that giant rabbit?” She tilted her head, her lips twitching in a teasing smile, reminding Vi of the playful competition they’d had throwing darts for plush prizes.
Vi chuckled, her gaze softening as she remembered. “Of course it was better.” She said, her voice lowering to a mischievous tone. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned even closer. “Want to know why?”
Caitlyn pursed her lips thoughtfully, tapping a finger against her chin, pretending to ponder. “Hmm. Let me guess.” She said with facading seriousness. “Because it was a peaceful getaway?”
“Well, there’s that.” Vi replied, grinning. “But mostly because I got to see you dripping wet.” She shot Caitlyn a wink that would’ve made anyone else blush.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, suppressing a laugh, but her cheeks colored ever so slightly. She lifted a hand, gently cupping Vi’s jaw, her fingers trailing along Vi’s skin with a touch that was as soft as it was deliberate. Leaning close, her lips just a breath away, she murmured, “And I enjoyed seeing you out of breath.” Her thumb traced Vi’s jawline in a slow, teasing line, her tone filled with playful confidence.
Vi’s face turned a delightful shade of red as she swallowed, not having expected Caitlyn to turn the tables so smoothly. She couldn’t help but lean into Caitlyn’s touch, shivers tracing up her spine as Caitlyn’s fingers grazed her skin. “Oh, you’re asking for it, cupcake.” Vi whispered, her voice half daring, half enraptured. “You haven’t even seen me at full pace yet, you vixen.”
Caitlyn gave a light, knowing laugh, her eyes glinting with amusement. “What on earth are you implying, Vi? I was simply talking about our parkour date.” She raised her eyebrows, her tone dripping with feigned innocence a reminder of Vi’s own teasing, when she’d accused Caitlyn of having “wild thoughts” yesterday morning from Vi's profound teasing.
Vi let out a deep laugh, shaking her head. “You smartass.” She muttered, her laughter spilling out in genuine delight. “Getting me back, huh?”
“Just a little.” Caitlyn replied, her eyes dancing as she squeezed Vi’s hand, savoring the ease and warmth between them. It was rare for both of them to just relax like this, to let go of the weight of the world, and Caitlyn relished every moment of their playful banter. The train was still minutes away, but neither of them were in any hurry.