It's just a little one :) Enjoy x
Something wasn't right, the index finger on the left gauntlet just wouldn't flex properly, and believe me, every finger counts with Vi. She huffed angrily blowing the pink bangs from her face. Piltover finally fights back. She's missed something, but what? The gauntlet was placed on it's back, fingers sprawled out, with the palm open. The coffee table was the best place to deal with the intricates, she had the tiniest of components dotted over the glass table top, ready to go back in place where they belonged, when she'd sussed out the little issue.
The front door closed quietly, Caitlyn was a delicate woman, she'd certainly not slam a door shut the way Vi would. Vi didn't look up as Caitlyn stood in the doorway watching her quietly, she continued to glare into the metal puzzle riddle before her, one that she thought she knew the in and outs of.
"What time is it?" Vi said, still staring down into the palm of the gauntlet not blinking once.
"3am. You finished hours ago Vi." Caitlyn said sounding concerned.
"So did you." Vi knew she smiled. "This town's finally making me pay for all the beatings I gave it. Can't work it out..." She said trailing off, flicking her hair from her eyes. Caitlyn dissapeared for a second and came back with something in her hand.
"Take 5 minutes out of it before you irritate yourself further, it won't help if you explode too. Come here." She said sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed in front of her, she patted the oak flooring beneath her legs softly.
Vi reluctantly got up and sat on the floor underneath Caitlyn, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Caitlyn put her legs either side of Vi and leant forward. She gently put her hand on Vi's forehead and tilted her head back slightly.
"Cait what-"
"Oh hush, you'll never solve anything with this mess over your eyes." She slowly ran the brush through Vi's hair, from the tip of her hairline to the ends. Vi closed her eyes now slightly appreciative of her broken gauntlets. Caitlyn pulled the brush through Vi's choppy hair a few times, it was soft, the pink was as vivid as ever, although there was a small band of blonde roots starting to appear. Vi couldn't stand her natural hair, something about not wanting to be that girl anymore, so she dyed it as often as she could, resulting in pink blushing pillows on one side of the bed.
Caitlyn ran her fingers through the soft strands of pink and delicately seperated the hair into three sections. Vi closed her eyes and smiled, Caitlyn watched Vi, she remembered how it felt when her mother used to braid her hair after a bath. She braided the hair along her scalp, as best she could with the length of it. These elegant trigger pulling fingers working their way through hair were enough to make anyone forget their incapacitated gauntlets.
"There." Caitlyn said proudly. "Now you can see everything you need to." She said tracing a finger down the plait and along Vi's neck. "I like it." Caitlyn whispered, placing a cool kiss on Vi's open neck. Vi groaned.
"Now how am I supposed to concentrate?" Caitlyn laughed as she walked her way upstairs. Vi returned to her kneeling position at the coffee table. "Fuck."