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vi. ([personal profile] grappler) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs2023-08-09 08:37 pm

[closed]

Who: vi and closed threads for august
Where: around aldrip
What: just various hijinks
Warnings: will update if needed





[closed prompts! if there's anything anyone would like to do outside of these, hmu at [plurk.com profile] angelonia or trashlords @ discord!]
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[Caitlyn fights back a laugh at Vi's words, the smiling lingering for a few moments before disappearing as Vi continued.

She was stubborn, and that's not changing now either. She clears the short distance between them, moving to try to take one of Vi's hands.]


Maybe more are than you realize. I know I didn't know the truth of what was happening in the Undercity. I'm not the only one blinded by the lies told by Marcus and the Council. If others knew what was really going on, then-- Maybe things will change for the better. They have to.

[She didn't believe Piltover was inherently evil, nor was Zaun. Both had flaws, but both had players changing the game to suit their needs. If the people could see how they were being played, how things really were, surely they wouldn't stand for it. Right?]
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[Caitlyn wishes Vi could see what she sees. She wishes she had hope too, but how could she blame her? Her life has been nothing but sorrow. Losing her family, not once, but twice. Being locked away all these years. Still struggling to get the one person left in her family back. She's gone through so much. Of course she's not going to be able to believe there's a light at the end of the tunnel.

But someone has to. So, Caitlyn will. And hopefully, she can make Vi see it one day too.]


... I know. Sorry. [She knew she shouldn't have brought it up. She knows she's silly to even think she has a chance to keep Vi's attention once they get home, anyway.

She let's go of Vi's hand, instead dropping down to pick one of the pretty yellow flowers blooming at their feet.]
No more heavy talk today, promise.