[It wasn't uncommon for Caitlyn to arrive home to clutter. It wasn't all Vi's, some of hers too, but it was clutter from their lives. Cups and other dishes left behind after quick morning meals, clothes tossed aside and forgotten, papers and notes (usually Caitlyn's) set down or misplaced. It wasn't dirty, just lived in, and Caitlyn loved it.
As awful as Aldrip could be at times, she loved the life they had built together. The sorrow of losing other loved ones still laid heavily on her chest, but at least she had Vi. As long as she had Vi, she could survive the rest.
As she was gathering a few things to take back to their bedroom, her singular blue eye landed on file folders she didn't recognize. The familiar Piltover symbol stood out to her, and she dropped everything else in her hands immediately to grasp the strange papers. She sunk to their couch, starting to flip through the pages of the first one, and her heart sunk. The papers almost fell out of her hands as shock took her, because--
She wasn't expecting this. She wasn't expecting this at all.
The files. The damned files of Vi's imprisonment. The ones she had asked for when she first sought her out in Stillwater, and was told didn't exist. Marcus, that lying bastard, weaseled his dirty fingers into everything. Yes, he was maybe the only reason Vi was still alive, but he was also the reason Vi suffered needlessly for seven years, and she didn't think she could ever forgive him for the tortures Vi went through. She didn't like to talk about it with Caitlyn, but she knew. She saw the way she tensed. Saw the way she avoided talking about prison with anyone that asked. Saw the way nightmares still overtook her, even in Caitlyn's embrace.
She didn't know if she could read this, and yet, she couldn't look away. She couldn't pry it out of her hands or stop, even when every page was worse than the last. The lying about her age. The clear abuse they intentionally put her through. They did this to a child. By the time the last page as been scorched into her brain, tears are rolling down her cheeks.
If she hadn't already restructured Stillwater in her time as Commander, she would be ready to burn the place down right about now.
She doesn't know how long she sat like this, rereading those horrifying words, anger burning in her chest, while tears escaped, but that's how Vi would find her, when she reentered the home.]
backdated idk A WHILE
As awful as Aldrip could be at times, she loved the life they had built together. The sorrow of losing other loved ones still laid heavily on her chest, but at least she had Vi. As long as she had Vi, she could survive the rest.
As she was gathering a few things to take back to their bedroom, her singular blue eye landed on file folders she didn't recognize. The familiar Piltover symbol stood out to her, and she dropped everything else in her hands immediately to grasp the strange papers. She sunk to their couch, starting to flip through the pages of the first one, and her heart sunk. The papers almost fell out of her hands as shock took her, because--
She wasn't expecting this. She wasn't expecting this at all.
The files. The damned files of Vi's imprisonment. The ones she had asked for when she first sought her out in Stillwater, and was told didn't exist. Marcus, that lying bastard, weaseled his dirty fingers into everything. Yes, he was maybe the only reason Vi was still alive, but he was also the reason Vi suffered needlessly for seven years, and she didn't think she could ever forgive him for the tortures Vi went through. She didn't like to talk about it with Caitlyn, but she knew. She saw the way she tensed. Saw the way she avoided talking about prison with anyone that asked. Saw the way nightmares still overtook her, even in Caitlyn's embrace.
She didn't know if she could read this, and yet, she couldn't look away. She couldn't pry it out of her hands or stop, even when every page was worse than the last. The lying about her age. The clear abuse they intentionally put her through. They did this to a child. By the time the last page as been scorched into her brain, tears are rolling down her cheeks.
If she hadn't already restructured Stillwater in her time as Commander, she would be ready to burn the place down right about now.
She doesn't know how long she sat like this, rereading those horrifying words, anger burning in her chest, while tears escaped, but that's how Vi would find her, when she reentered the home.]