Smoke And Mirrors

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Never had a drive been so quiet, especially with Vi as a passenger. But neither Caitlyn nor Vi were in the mood for chit chatting. They were too busy drowning in their sorrow.

Emptiness.

Everything that Vi had been working for had literally been blown up in the air. She had worked years and years to buy this apartment and finally abandon the inhospitable roads. Now, she got nothing to live in, to sleep, to feel safe, to call home.

Though, was this really her home? Is home just a place you reside in? Because she didn't feel the loss like she should have been. She had just lost one of the little things she could call «property», yet she didn't feel like she was homeless. She found herself being more concerned about Caitlyn rather than her. So, is home really just a building?

The ride was over sooner that Vi had initially anticipated. She hadn't recognized the roads they had gone through, probably because Caitlyn chose one of the different ways that lead straight into her apartment. Vi could only think of one reason she would do that; she didn't what them to be followed. It was true that no one really knew where Caitlyn lived, not even her family, and that was only for her safety. Being the sherrif, Caitlyn had a few dangerous foes that would be more than glad to have access to her house. Not even Vi had the chance to visit her boss at her house.

There's a first time for everything.

Caitlyn pulled over right outside the block of flats her apartment was at and left Vi there while she drove away to go park the car somewhere safe, a garage perhaps. The enforcer waited for her to return patiently in front of the main door with arms crossed. Once she did, Caitlyn unlocked the front door and lead Vi inside.

Her apartment was set on the very last floor of the building, having a stunning view of the entire city. That was what Vi first noticed once she stepped inside the apartment, the glass doors giving full view of the scenery. Honestly, Caitlyn's apartment wasn't that big, but it was comfy enough to host more than just one person. Simply decorated with all the necessaries. And clean. One couldn't expect any less from Harrold Fitzwilliam's daughter, despite how Caitlyn despised luxury. She only wanted to feel comfortable when she was at home.

And really, how differently Caitlyn functioned when she was inside the safety of her apartment's walls, away from everyone. How more open she was about stuff. Vi hadn't realized until the moment she heard the door beside her shutting and feeling two arms wrapping around her protectively, in a show of relief.

Here goes again that twinkle in Vi's heart, those goosebumps.

Vi didn't deny that she was taken aback, but she never minded shows of affection by Caitlyn. She chuckled softly and wrapped her own arms around Caitlyn's waist, telling her she wasn't going anywhere. She didn't need to use words; she had never been good with them anyways. A hand slowly stroke the long, slick brown locks while the other remained wrapped around the waist. Just this simple move was enough comfort for the sherrif.

"I..." Caitlyn began to say but she was interrupted.

"Hey, it's fine" Vi reassured her "Nothing to be scared of. I'm fine"

Warmth. Comfort.

"That was a close call..." Caitlyn shuddered. Only the thought that she had almost lost Vi terrified her to no end "I wouldn't bear it. First my father, then my mother and now you... This would be too much for me to handle"

A single tear landed on Vi's shoulder.
It was really heartbreaking seeing Caitlyn vulnerable and insecure like this. Rarely did she show weakness, especially in front of Vi. But lately, it seemed like the Sherrif of Piltover knew to drop her guard only when the enforcer was around.