Violet

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Today, we were sent to leave for Piltover to give the shiny blue ball back. I didn't know how to feel about leaving the comfort of the base, seeing as I haven't stepped foot outside for at least two years, but I knew I had to come.

Ekko tried to get me to stay but I didn't give in, pulling the 'i'm older than you' card and slipping my way into the group. Jacob was coming - Ekko even asked him - which was ridiculous and hypocritical from my viewpoint.

Ekko tends to forget that I'm meant to care for him, make sure he's safe, be there in times of distress, but I suppose there are no laws in the Undercity that implies a kid has to be loved and cherished - still that's inhumane, a lot like most of the people down here.

The last time I was out, it was ruthless competition for not just food, water, shelter - basic needs - but also a place in Silco's rankings, to help keep their family (or just themselves) safe from the cruelty that is Silco and his gang members (if that's what they could even be qualified as).

The first thing I see when I walk out of my room at about mid-evening is Vi. She has that red jacket on, hood over her head, and hands in her pockets. She looks up at me with a somewhat childish smile before leaning forward and hugging me.

Her arms are tight around me- big and rough too- but she holds me with the sort of gentleness you'd see from a mother to her child or an older sibling with an injured younger one. I hug back, lifting on my tip-toes so I'm over her, letting her face bury in my neck.

I had always loved it when people would hug me, hold me close and not let go until we were forcefully separated by either someone bumping into us or a startling scream down the alley nearby.

I wish I lived in a place where peace existed.

You couldn't even say Piltover was peaceful- because it isn't. It's full of corruption and deception and lies. That's no such place I want to live but I do suppose it'd be better than this place.

Now, (from what I'm told) it was dangerous to go outside to even get food, which was very unfortunate for many seeing as there was plenty of children, up for the picking, stranded on the side of a crappy restaurant, a pub, or a simple sex-house. It's, sadly, how things are now.

Me and Violet stumble through the door of my room, giggling and chuckling as we trip over each other's feet. The loud shuffling of heavy boots, breathy laughs, and clothes ruffling is suddenly such an intimate and romantic thing.

We flip down on my bed, holding each other tightly, as if, even the slightest chance something might happen, if we had each other, we'd be fine. We were our lifelines at this point.

She runs a tattooed hand up and down my back, stopping just before she can reach lower areas. Dragging her hand up to my side, she caresses the curve of my waist all the way down to my knee. The way just her fingertips are gliding over my thin clothes, forces a sigh out of me.

I tuck my face into her chest, grabbing her hand and bringing it up towards me to observe. She watches my face as I look at all the crevices and nooks of her fingers, the tattoos, the small scars from her no-doubtably hitting something that could seriously harm her.

When I'm down, I interlock of fingers and bring them to my mouth, pressing a feather-light kiss on the red and semi-healed knuckles, before bringing it hands to my chest, right next to my heart.

I look up to see Violet staring at me with stunningly blue eyes, that are a rare bright color, the usual being a dull almost storm-like bluish gray. She leans forward, closing her beautiful eyes and pecking me on the head before lifting herself up, bringing my body with her.

I slump against her chest, the relaxation that I had just experienced putting me in some sort of sleeping trance. She only chuckles, pulling me up.

When my feet hit the ground, I'm immediately (and also not so immediately) prepared to walk to the exit tunnels and leave what I've called my permanent home for years now.

Our hands stay together as we walk on, not speaking but simply being.

What happens are this? Will she stay with me and Ekko and the firelights? Go to Piltover with Caitlyn? Or will this all work out and finally, finally, we will have peace.

We can only hold each other tightly, confident in the fact that all we have is each other - at the end of the day.

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This is also a new writing style for me so lmk if it's better or worse than before. it's also heavily influenced by the fact that i'm reading Breath Mints/Battle Scars rn and am loving the style.

the author is @Onyx_and_Elm (or something like that) if you're interested. it's really good but be forewarned if you try it- it's very dark PLS read the warnings bc it's a very triggering book with themes of torture, suicide, mental illnesses, ptsd, and so much more. it's also not on wattpad (at least not by the actual author) but it is on ao3. i'm reading it on here bc i found one (that gives all credit to the creator too)

anyways, love ya

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-K