Mechanical heart (Viktor x OC)

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Elvira got home later that day and walked straight into her room. "Are you ok?" Aya asked as she knocked softly on her bedroom door. "I'm fine," Elvira answered, while she opened her sketchbook and continued sketching on her concealed gun. 

"I know you're not ok, I have known you since you moved to Piltover, I know what you're thinking," Aya said as she softly opened the door and poked her head inside. Elvira shut her book closed, and turned her head towards Aya. "Yeah? Well enlighten me then," she snapped, and Aya let out a sigh before walking inside, closing the door behind her.

"You're blaming yourself," she said, staying calm for the both of them. "Why would I blame myself, I'm not the one who made him sick," Elvira spat back, and Aya took it. She let Elvira take out her frustration on her because she knew that this was probably the only way Elvira would let her emotions out at all. 

"No, but you could have healed him if you still had your magic," she sat down next to Elvira. "Stop it," Elvira pleaded, eyes glazed with tears she would not let fall. "I'm sorry Elvira, I'm so sorry this is happening to you, but you can't keep all your emotions away, you have to let them out," Aya placed her hand over her shoulder, and Elvira løeaned her head on Aya. 

"I just feel so heavy all the time. Like I'm drawing around a body that's not mine. I feel like a husk," Elvira said, voice barely above a whisper. "You're not a husk Elvira, you're still you. I know you're mourning the loss of your magic, but you need to move on at some point."

"How can I move on from this when I continue to watch things happen around me that I could have fixed if I had my magic?" Elvira could no longer hold back her tears as they fell down her face like a broken dam. "A child drowning, which I could have easily saved with my magic. Viktor getting closer and closer to death, which I could have saved with my magic. The undercity falling into the hands of Silco, which I could have helped prevent with my magic."

"I haven't even been in the undercity since I left for Ionia. I can't face either of them now that I have nothing to offer them." Her head fell as she let out all her worries. "I'm not gonna tell you what to do. I'm not gonna say it gets easier, or that it gets worse. I'm just gonna say that I'm here for you whenever you need me and that I will always support whatever decision you make. However," Aya stood up and walked out of the room.

"I overheard Jayce and Viktor speak a few days ago," Aya came back into the room, carrying a note she had written down. "They know about your heart, and they are looking for who is responsible for creating it. They are to be banished from the academy."

Elvira stopped breathing, and her vision went blurry for a few seconds. "Why?" she asked after her soul went back into her body, making her cold for some reason. "It was unauthorized, and the doctor who performed the surgery, was doing so illegally," Aya explained. 

"This is all my fault, Viktor is gonna get kicked out of the academy because of me!" Elvira panicked. "Not only the academy, but he might also get kicked out of Piltover altogether," Aya said, adding to Elvira's panic. 

Elvira suppressed her emotions again, because Aya had an anniversary date with Ester later that day, and Elvir didn't want to ruin it with her mood. But the second Aya left their shared apartment, Elvira walked into her room and ripped the towel off the mirror. 

Ever since she lost her magic, she had been covering the mirrors in her room, and even went as far as sanding down all the silverware in the apartment, so she wouldn't have to see her own reflection in them when she ate. 

Aya had noticed this behavior, but she didn't comment on it, since she knew that Elvira was going through something traumatic. She hadn't recognized herself in her own reflection anymore, so she couldn't stand looking at it. It made her mad, and she was slipping further and further into insanity each time she saw herself. 

But now, as she ripped off the towel covering the big mirror in her bathroom, she braced her hands on her sink as she stared at herself in the mirror, the edges of the reflection morphing more and more the longer she stared at herself. 

She looked deep into her own eyes, and her face started morphing in the mirror as well. Her hair twisted in weird patterns, followed by her mouth twitching slightly. For some, this would disturb whoever was looking in the mirror, but Elvira found it comforting. Like someone was telling her what to do. A faint voice in her head.

Fragments from her visions in Ionia. And then she knew what to do. She had to take the blame. She belonged in the undercity. In Zaun. She had never belonged in Piltover, not truly. 

Always having to hide her magic, people judging her purely on either her last name or her Ionian ethnicity. In Zaun, there were people of any kind, all living in equal poverty. All are treated equally as shitty. 

Your poverty didn't depend on your past or your looks, but on how much you were willing to up in exchange for power. And looking at herself in the mirror at that moment, she knew that she would give whatever it takes to feel strong again.

And she couldn't save Viktor's life with her magic, but she can do this. She can take the blame for creating the robotic heart, and she will be exiled in his stead. 

Elvira raised her hand, and punched her fist into the mirror, cracking it. "No longer will I be weak and dependant on others," she swore to herself before walking out of the bathroom and grabbing multiple pieces of paper and a pen.