𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗠𝗘? | vi x fem oc

I. the world is cruel

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Little feet padded against the streets slowly, covered in a pair of small thick leather boots where mud was splashed on them and showing how worn down they were. Little grey - once white - socks poked out above the boot with the hems torn and pieces of thread poking in avery direction. 

Thighs covered by a pair of trousers, too loose for the small body and held up by a makeshift belt. Torso wrapped in a handmade sweater, patched and worn over the years, now the perfect size. 

Hands held to the body's chest, strands of silver white hair falling in front of them slightly. Fingers fiddling anxiously. Chest heaving with ragged breaths of caged emotions.

Soft eyes, blue as the sea surrounding the Undercity, looked around with unease. The whites of the eyes red with tears, stinging with confusion and pain that the little mind of the little body did not know how to process.

Rosy cheeks, puffed out with the uneven breaths yet soft as silk as, eventually, one tear after the other slowly trickled down. However, one cheek was left tainted by crimson. The left cheek, just below the eye, had a little trail of the deep red droplets, slowly moving down.

Lips, small yet full and pink. The bottom lip was tucked behind the teeth with the little body's chin quivering as she tried not to cry. She didn't understand what had fully happened apart from knowing what she saw. 

So her little feed padded down the streets slowly, her eyes looking for a familiar sight to find a familiar man. Passerby's commanding her to move and sneering didn't faze the little girl for their words were blurs to her noisy mind. 

Puddles of dirty water were disturbed and splashed by her steps, the droplets landing on her calves as she walked. She didn't feel it, not until her steps came to a stop and she stared longingly.

Although she was slightly shoved and pushed and growled at by the rough citizens of the Undercity, the little girl could do nothing but stare. The sign, eminating its usual comforting glow, casted a warm look over her face.

The sign belonged to a bar. It was made of different materials, wood and metal alike, but it was a place for all to go. It was a place that was, even with a rough exterior, anyone could pop in. Like most bar's, this one was the connecting point for all of the Undercity. And for her? It was her beacon of hope.

The Last Drop.

"Fuck off, kid." She was shoved harshly, her knees scraping the floor before her hands did. She sniffled to herself, only getting more upset as the moments passed. Picking herself up, however, she wiped her nose with the back of her hand and began walking.

The doors were large, much larger than her. She tried not to cry more in panic when her little hands couldn't reach the door, but someone barged passed her. The door now open, she rushed inside.

She weaved throughout the drunkards and the sad, her little feet carrying her quickly towards the bar where, she hoped, her saviour would be. She did her best to avoid people, to not get shoved and hollered at, but sometimes people were just cruel.

She was pushed when she got too close to someone, she was elbowed in the shoulder by a person playing pool and she was shouted at for being a "wormy little kid". She just wanted to find him, to find the only other person she knew in this place.

When she managed to get to the bar counter, she heaved out a heavy breath before grabbing the edge, doing her best to climb up onto a stool. With a little effort, she made it before slumping against the counter, her head resting on her arms.