𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗠𝗘? | vi x fem oc

III. pluck the strings

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The sky, with its slight setting sun shining, watched over Maeve as she wandered through the streets. Her hood was up, protecting her face whilst she wore long trousers that had pockets almost everywhere and her hoodie that was almost too small for her. It was short on the arms and torso, but it kept her protected enough so she simply kept wearing it.

Her eyes scanned around the locals whilst her lips widened into a small smile. She had come across where most of the shops were and, being the nosy girl she was, she looked at what was on offer. She always wished she had money of her own to grab things, but she wouldn't complain much. In reality, she would much rather look at what she can get rather than...actually get it. Wouldn't waste any money she needed, would it?

So she continued walking after a while, deciding she had her fill of being nosy. With a hum on her tongue, her feet moved with steady steps. She weaved in and out of the chaos of the Undercity with ease, careful not to bump into too many people.

It was her favourite time to be out, when it was just her. She could take in all that her city had to offer her, be at peace with knowing that, regardless of where they were or who they were, they were all trying to surive.

But it was when she heard a cry from an alley did she halt in her steps. Vander always taught her over the years to never engage in combat unless strictly necessary, and more often than not she would come home with bruised and slightly bloodied knuckles and a scratch or two.

"So much like Vi." He's often reprimand with a shake of his head before chuckling. He'd say they were like two peas in a pod, ready to do anything for one another. Which, if Maeve was honest, was true. Of all the kids - there was five in total (including Maeve) - that Vander took under his wing after the events of the rebellion, Maeve and Vi were closer than anything. Often attached by the hip.

But it was when Vi was hanging out with Powder than Maeve was not gifted her company, and she found that okay. Everyone needs time to themselves, to process and to breathe. To close their eyes and take in the moment of just being alive. And so, when another cry was heard from the same alley, Maeve knew she wasn't going to ignore it.

She rolled up her sleeves as she turned to her right, heading towards the dark and dim alley that was shaded by walls and slabs of metal that gave a pathway between two roofs. Her blue eyes were icy and cold, determined. She glared more intensely with each step before she stopped.

There were two boys picking on a kid that was familiar to her, and she sighed. She shook her head, clicked her tongue and wrapped her arms over her stomach.

"Don't'cha get bored?" She asked, her tone not as soft as it once one. Her hair wasn't as pure of a silver white, either. It dulled down, became darker at the roots as though signifying she was having to grow older than what she was. She had to mature faster to survive. "Kickin' and beatin', and...being a bag of dicks?"

The two men, one with dark black and slightly curly hair and the other with a more buzzed look stared at her. They were Maeve's age, and both their features were sharp and threatening, but they laughed.

"Bitch thinks she's all tough!" One of their laughs sounded too high pitched for their own good, making Maeve wince. She figured he must've been embarrassed by the shrieks he gave out because he quickly shut up and glared before grabbing a plank of wood from the side.

"Reckon we could sort yous out." He wielded the plank as though he'd done it a thousand times before, but Maeve sighed and shook her head.

"Sorry, what was that?" She put her fingers by her ear, tilting her head to the side to make it seem like she couldn't hear what the boy had said. In reality, she only felt an anger spike. She glanced towards the child they were picking on and she glared even harsher - if it were possible - upon seeing the realisation that i was a friend of hers. "I'd suggest you back the fuck away from the kid."