"I do have some boxing gloves for you to borrow." Caitlyn spoke, her voice calm and soothing. "You can spend as much time as you want in here, just as long as you come out for food, water, and when you come back to bed."
ℂ𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕪𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟
"Right."
Vi looked at it. The punching bag looked barely used. She could unleash her fury on it.. but she seemed unsure about it.
◇ V I
And she began walking down the manor's hallways, and once she got to a door, she opened it to reveal a miniature gym.
"I didn't like going out to train, so I did my training here. You can too. It'll be safer here than taking it to the streets."
ℂ𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕪𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟
Vi nods..she will follow Caitlyn anywhere she wants. Anywhere.
◇ V I
The enforcer hummed under her breath, the frown showing no sign of disappearing.
"Want to follow me quickly?"
ℂ𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕪𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕟
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.
◇ 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.
