The enforcer hummed under her breath, the frown showing no sign of disappearing.
"Want to follow me quickly?"
Vi's eyes went back to staring ahead.
"If I cant drink, can I go fight something?"
Its a slippery slope. But Vi was hurting and its all she knew to do for those emotions.
ℂ𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕪𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟
◇ V I
She squeezed it three times, giving her a reassuring smile.
"I know it's easier to drink, but believe me, Vi... it's not... it'll make things worse..."
ℂ𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕪𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟
She growled a bit. But once her eyes see Caitlyn she softens again. Her hand gives a little squeeze back.
"Yeah.. I can."
◇ V I
Caitlyn pulled the bottle away, holding it behind her back, still frowning. She extended a hand, taking hold of Vi's before giving it a gentle squeeze.
"It's me, Vi... Can you look at me?"
ℂ𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕪𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟
Vi's eyes were dulled and sad. She stared after the bottle, wanting the temporary relief it offered.
When Vi was present, she could acknowledge she had a problem and resist it. But when disassociating like this, she can't control it so much.
◇ V I
And she caught Vi reaching — the reason why the brawler couldn't get it was because Caitlyn moved it away from her. She didn't say anything, only frowned.
ℂ𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕪𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟
Depressed Vi noises. Shes reaching for the bottle but doesnt quite grab it.
