SEND ME “SHATTER” AND I’LL WRITE A SCENE WHERE YOUR CHARACTER BREAKS MY CHARACTER’S HEART.
piltoverspinkest WELL THIS ENTIRE FORSAKEN AU IS YOUR FAULT SO HERE GOES
Edit after finishing this drabble: aigheigheoghiofyaovhsohfaflsfhqe I AM DEAD I AM SO DEAD WHAT ARE THESE FEELINGS IN MY CHEST WHAT ARE THESE THINGS IN MY EYES FUCK PILTOVER JUST GIVE MY BABIES BACK TO ME
Telepathy. Regeneration Factor. Echolocation. Manipulation of magnetism and the eternal flame. You used to speak of them with such light in your eyes, that little girl shining through, someone who - even after pinning two dozen people onto the ground after only one year of duty - simply wanted to live and be as cool as the heroes in your childhood comic books.
You were never going to ask twice.
You were never going to leave someone to die.
Is that why I’m crying over you now, squeezing a hand that will never squeeze mine back, screaming through heaven and hell to wish that I can sell my soul to bring you back?
“Vi stands for warrior, right?” I whisper just outside of that mask-prison that holds back your breath, barely touch that one wire circulating your blood instead of your heart. “If we’ve come this far - if you’ve saved everyone - can’t I just give you my luck?”
What is science - what is there left to defend - if we can’t even protect our own lives?
Beneath my breath: I’m sorry I failed you.
Even quieter: I love you.
The clock tolls Piltover. I throw an angry look out of the window. Caitlyn is at work. We live in a whole wide fucking city of lights and there aren’t enough people to care about me and you.
“I won’t break my promise,” I begin, and have to swallow a sob when you don’t yell at me at all.
Nobody saw the threats in your bouquet.
Nobody sees thorns until they bleed.
Nobody saw you until you were just another dead girl.
Nobody noticed your song until the last notes
lingered in the air like a ghost’s last hymn.
Maybe that’s exactly what it was.