🎶: Jerk It Out - Caesars
-a week ago-
The door slammed open with a bang, the sudden noise cutting through the quiet hum of conversation in Vander's. Ekko burst in first, practically bouncing on his feet, his face lit up with an excitement that could barely be contained. Powder followed close behind, her wide blue eyes sparkling as she clutched an elegant, gold-edged envelope in her hands.
"You're not gonna believe this!" Ekko exclaimed, rushing up to the bar and waving a similar envelope high in the air. "It's official! It's real!"
Powder grinned, almost tripping over herself in her excitement as she reached Vander. "We got invited! To the Konte estate! The actual Konte estate!" she announced, her voice brimming with glee.
Vander straightened from where he'd been wiping down the counter, his brows raising in mild surprise. "What's this about now?" he asked, his tone calm but curious.
Ekko slapped the envelope onto the bar, practically glowing as he unfolded the fine parchment inside. "It's a legit, sealed invitation to the Konte family gala." He cleared his throat, holding the letter up dramatically. "'To the esteemed innovators Ekko and Powder,'" he began, pausing for effect. "'You are cordially invited to the Konte Family Ball at our estate, where we will introduce this year's competition and contestants.'"
Powder clasped her hands together, bouncing on her toes as Ekko continued reading. "'All family members are welcome to join as honored guests. Formal attire is required, and transportation will be provided.'" He lowered the letter, his grin stretching wider. "That means you're coming too, Vi."
Vi, lounging in her chair and lazily tossing a knife between her hands, raised an eyebrow. "Me? At a fancy ball?" She snorted, shaking her head. "Not happening." Especially not to the Konte's.
Powder gasped dramatically, clutching the edge of the bar as though Vi had insulted her honor. "You have to come! They said family! You're family!" She leaned forward, her eyes wide and pleading. "Please, Vi? It won't be the same without you. Plus, I'll need you to stop me from doing something, uh, 'explosive.'"
Vander chuckled, shaking his head as he took the invitation from Ekko's hands and scanned it himself. "Well, I'll be damned," he murmured, his expression softening as he glanced at the two younger inventors. "The Konte family sure knows how to pull out all the stops. This is big."
Ekko nodded eagerly. "It's huge. They're introducing the project and even letting us meet some big names in tech. Way beyond what I expected."
Powder nudged him with her elbow, grinning cheekily. "You mean we didn't expect. Don't forget who's doing all the heavy lifting on this team."
Ekko rolled his eyes but laughed, slinging an arm around her shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. You're my secret weapon, alright."
Vander set the invitation back down on the bar, his gaze thoughtful. "Well, if they're inviting family, that includes me too, doesn't it?" he asked with a wry smile. "Though I doubt I'll fit in at some high-class gala."
Powder beamed. "You'll fit in just fine, Vander. You clean up pretty good when you want to."
Vi leaned back, arms crossed, her smirk fading into something more serious. "This isn't just some party," she said, her sharp gaze flicking between Ekko and Powder. "What are you planning to do with this?"
Powder and Ekko exchanged a glance, their excitement dimming slightly as they took in Vi's words. "We're gonna show them what Zaun's made of," Ekko said finally, his voice steady with determination. "We've got ideas—real ideas. Stuff that's gonna change things. And this? This is our shot."
Vi held his gaze for a moment before nodding, her smirk returning just slightly. "Alright," she said, her tone softer. "But don't expect me to wear a dress."
Powder burst out laughing, clapping her hands. "Oh, come on, Vi! You'd look amazing. Maybe something with sequins?"
Vi shot her a look, and Powder quickly dissolved into giggles, hiding behind Ekko.
"Alright, that's enough," Vander said with a chuckle, his warm gaze settling on the two inventors. "We all need to look sharp for this."
Powder nodded, bouncing on her heels again. "We're gonna kill it," she said, her voice brimming with confidence. "Right, Ekko?"
"Right," Ekko agreed, his grin returning as he clapped a hand on Powder's shoulder. "Konte family, here we come."
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It was finally the day of the gala, and the late afternoon sunlight spilled through the slightly cracked blinds in Vi's room, streaking golden light across the bed. Resting on the edge, perfectly folded and waiting, was her suit—a sharp reminder of the night ahead.
Vi stood by the wall, arms crossed as she stared at it, her sharp blue eyes taking in every detail. She hadn't planned to make a big deal out of tonight, but somehow, it had turned into this. A favor called in, one of the few she could still pull, had paid off. She wasn't the type to fuss over clothes, but tonight felt different. The suit wasn't just an outfit—it was a statement. The jacket was deep black, tailored to perfection, its clean lines fitting her frame with sharp precision. Subtle satin lapels added just enough elegance without overdoing it. Beneath it, a crisp white shirt lay simple and sleek, the top button left undone to give her a relaxed yet refined edge. No tie—ties weren't her thing.
The trousers were perfectly cut, tapering neatly to her ankles, paired with polished black oxfords. It was striking without being loud—a balance of elegance and edge. A silver chain draped across her chest, understated but distinct. Vi ran her hand across the fabric, feeling the quality beneath her fingertips.
"Handsome and beautiful at the same time," Jinx had teased earlier, her mischievous grin wide as ever. "You're gonna break hearts tonight, sis."
Vi had brushed it off then, muttering something sarcastic under her breath. But now, as she stood alone, those words seemed to echo louder. Handsome and beautiful. Could that really be her?
She ran a hand through her messy, burgundy hair, brushing it back as she glanced at the clock on the wall. The ball was creeping closer, and her nerves twisted uncomfortably. Her sharp blue eyes flicked back to the suit. If she was going to walk into that room tonight, she'd do it looking like someone who belonged there. A faint smirk tugged at her lips.
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🎶: Not My Type - mo groov, Pearl
The Kiramman House
The afternoon sunlight spilled softly through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, casting golden streaks across the polished floors and the elegantly arranged furniture. The drawing room, though bathed in warm light, felt oppressively still. Caitlyn sat alone on the edge of the couch, her crimson robe wrapped loosely over her casual clothes—a rare departure from her usual pristine appearance.
Her elbows rested on her knees, her hands curled around a half-empty cup of tea. The steam had long since faded, leaving the liquid lukewarm, but she hadn't noticed. Her sharp blue eyes were fixed on the intricate pattern of the rug beneath her feet, though her thoughts were far from the room. The night before had been a storm—a collision of words and emotions that Caitlyn hadn't seen coming but couldn't stop replaying. No matter how much she tried to push it away, it always came rushing back.
-flashback-
"Caitlyn?"
Riven's voice, calm but laced with genuine surprise, echoed in her mind. She could still see the way both women had turned to face her, their gazes locking onto her like she was the answer to a question neither of them dared to ask. Her chest had tightened then. For a moment, she had stood frozen, caught between them, her breath shallow and her sharp blue eyes darting from one to the other. Riven's pale green eyes had been steady, her calm demeanor unshaken even as Vi's sharp blue eyes burned with something raw and unspoken.
"We were just… clearing the air," Riven had said, her voice smooth, deliberate, her smirk faint but unmistakable. "Isn't that right, Vi?"
Vi's glare had snapped to Riven, her jaw clenching tightly as she muttered, "It's nothing. We were done anyway."
But they hadn't been done. Caitlyn had felt it—the tension that lingered, the weight of something unfinished hanging heavy in the air. And then Riven had turned to her, her smirk sharpening into something quieter, almost knowing.
"It's about making sure things are clear," Riven had said, her voice soft yet pointed. "I wanted to make sure Vi understood where I stand. And where she does."
The words had hit like a slap, echoing in Caitlyn's mind long after they were spoken. She had turned to Vi then, searching for something—anything—that might make sense of what was happening. But Vi had said nothing. Her silence had been deafening, and Caitlyn hated how much it had hurt.
-ਠŕ§-
A soft sigh escaped her lips as Caitlyn set the teacup down on the table in front of her. She leaned back against the couch, her fingers brushing over the delicate fabric of her robe as if to ground herself. A knock at the doorframe broke her reverie. Cassandra Kiramman stepped in, her presence poised and commanding, as always. She carried a beautifully wrapped box in her hands, its white silk ribbon catching the light as she moved. "This just arrived for you this morning," Cassandra said, her tone light but curious as she held the box out toward Caitlyn. "From the Konte family, apparently."
Caitlyn blinked, sitting up straighter as she reached for the box. Her fingers hesitated for a moment before she untied the ribbon, the fabric slipping through her hands like water. She lifted the lid carefully, her sharp blue eyes widening as she took in what lay inside.
A dress.
It was breathtaking. Midnight blue, made of flowing silk that shimmered faintly as the light touched it. The fabric was embroidered with delicate golden accents, swirling patterns that evoked the crashing of waves and the constellations above. It was elegant, undeniably beautiful—exactly the kind of thing Caitlyn would never have chosen for herself but couldn't help but admire. Resting on top of the dress was a card. Simple, black, with a single line written in silver ink, the handwriting bold and unmistakable.
"For someone who deserves to outshine even the stars. See you tonight. - Riven"
Caitlyn's breath caught as she read the words, her fingers brushing over the elegant script. She could almost hear Riven's voice in them—smooth, assured, and laced with that sharp edge of hers that always left Caitlyn both irritated and intrigued.
"Well," Cassandra said, her eyebrow arching as she took a step closer, her gaze flicking to the dress and then back to Caitlyn. "I didn't realize you and the Kontes were so… close."
Caitlyn's cheeks flushed slightly, though she quickly masked it with a composed expression. "We're not," she said firmly, though the words felt less convincing even to herself. She folded the card and set it aside, her sharp blue eyes lingering on the dress for a moment longer before looking back at her mother. "It's probably just because of the ball. A gesture of… goodwill."
Cassandra gave her a knowing look, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Goodwill," she repeated, her tone carrying the faintest hint of amusement. "I suppose that's one way to put it."
Caitlyn sighed, carefully lifting the dress from the box and holding it up. The fabric cascaded like water, its beauty undeniable. For all her mixed feelings about Riven, there was no denying that she had impeccable taste. Her mother's gaze softened as she stepped closer, adjusting the sleeve of the dress as if to admire it herself. "It's lovely," Cassandra said thoughtfully. "Though it's not quite your usual style."
"No," Caitlyn admitted, her voice quieter now. She stared at the dress for a moment longer, the weight of Riven's words from the card lingering in her mind. Outshine even the stars. It was such a Riven thing to say. And yet, Caitlyn couldn't help but feel a faint flutter in her chest at the thought of it.
"Are you going to wear it?" Cassandra asked, her voice breaking through Caitlyn's thoughts.
Caitlyn hesitated, her blue eyes flicking from the dress to the card and then back again. For a moment, she wasn't sure. The idea of wearing something Riven had chosen for her felt… complicated. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized there was a part of her that wanted to.
"Yes," Caitlyn said finally, her voice steady. She glanced up at her mother, her resolve firming. "I'll wear it."
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🎶: Blue Jeans - Lana Del Rey
Vi stood in front of the mirror, her fingers running through her burgundy-red hair. She'd kept it simple—a fresh undercut along the sides and back, the longer top casually swept back with just a bit of texture. It wasn't overly polished, but it wasn't messy either. Just… enough. Enough to look like she'd made an effort without completely losing herself in the process. She tilted her head, catching the light as it reflected off the faint sheen of product she'd worked into her hair. It made the burgundy stand out, bold and vibrant. A few loose strands had fallen forward, framing her face in just the right way.
"Alright," she muttered to herself, her sharp blue eyes narrowing as she gave her reflection a final once-over. "Not bad. I don't look like a complete idiot."
Her sharp blue eyes caught her own gaze in the mirror, and for a moment, her posture stiffened. The words Riven had thrown at her days ago echoed in her mind, refusing to fade no matter how much she tried to push them aside.
"You're too much of a coward to own it."
Her jaw tightened, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter. Coward. She hated the word. It burned, not just because Riven had said it, but because deep down, part of her wondered if it was true. Vi exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through her hair again as if the motion could shake the thought loose. She wasn't a coward. She wasn't afraid of Caitlyn—or at least that's what she kept telling herself. But maybe it wasn't fear. Maybe it was something worse. Maybe she didn't know how to let Caitlyn in. Every time she got close, every time it felt like there might be something more between them, Vi found a way to mess it up. She was good at running, better at pretending she didn't care. But lately, it had been harder to keep up the act.
Riven's voice played again in her head, cutting and relentless. "You're too busy running away to figure out how to be that person."
Vi sighed, her fingers brushing over the silver chain she'd chosen to wear. "Doesn't matter," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. "Cait's not even gonna be there." A faint, bitter smirk tugged at her lips. Thank God for that. The last thing she needed was to walk into some fancy gala with Caitlyn in the room, her beautiful blue eyes cutting through every defense Vi could muster. No, this wasn't about Caitlyn. Not tonight.
It wasn't just any night—it was a big night for her family. Powder, especially. Vi's lips curved into a softer, more genuine smile at the thought of her little sister. Powder had been buzzing with excitement since they'd gotten the invitation, her energy so infectious it had almost made Vi forget her own worries. Almost. And then there was Ekko. The kid had worked his ass off, sketching and tinkering with designs that Vi could barely wrap her head around. He deserved this. They both did.
"This is for them," Vi murmured, her voice firm as she adjusted the lapels of her suit. "Not me."
But even as she said it, the weight of everything she wasn't saying lingered in the back of her mind. Tonight, she'd focus on what mattered. A soft knock on the door pulled Vi from her thoughts.
"Vi! You ready yet?" Powder's voice called from the other side, muffled but brimming with excitement.
Vi smirked at her reflection, muttering, "Just in time, Powder." She crossed the room and pulled the door open to find her little sister standing there, practically bouncing on her toes.
Powder had chosen a light blue dress that was simple yet charming. The soft hue complemented her pale skin, the sleeveless bodice fitting snugly against her petite frame, with a round neckline that kept the look modest and youthful. The skirt flared gently to just above her knees, made of delicate, flowing fabric that swayed lightly with every step she took. A silver ribbon wrapped around her waist, tied neatly into a small bow at the back, adding a playful, whimsical touch. Her hair, which fell just above her shoulders, was neatly brushed and tucked behind her ears, leaving her round, expressive face unobstructed. A faint shimmer of gloss brightened her lips, and a subtle sweep of mascara made her wide blue eyes sparkle even more. Powder had always kept her style straightforward, but tonight, she looked radiant.
She held up one foot, showing off her modest silver heels that gleamed faintly in the light. "What do you think?" she asked with a wide grin, spinning once to show off the way the dress flowed. "Do I look fancy enough for the Konte crowd, or what?"
Vi leaned against the doorframe, her sharp blue eyes scanning Powder's look with an exaggeratedly critical expression. "Damn, kid," she said, her voice warm with teasing affection. "You're gonna make the rest of us look like chumps."
Powder giggled, her cheeks flushing faintly. "Stop it! I just don't want to look out of place, you know? Everyone's gonna be so... fancy."
Vi gave her an encouraging nod. "Trust me, you look perfect. They're gonna love you."
Powder beamed at the compliment, then cocked her head as her eyes flicked toward Vi's suit. "And you? Lemme see! Don't just stand there looking cool—give me the whole view!" She tugged Vi further into the room, her grin stretching wider.
Vi sighed dramatically but played along, gesturing toward her suit with mock flair. "Alright, feast your eyes. What do you think?"
Powder's gaze widened as she took in the perfectly tailored outfit. "Whoa," she said, drawing out the word with a mix of awe and playful teasing. "Handsome and beautiful. You're gonna knock everyone flat on their faces, sis."
Vi rolled her eyes, though a faint blush crept up her neck. "Don't push it, Powder."
Powder laughed, swaying slightly in place. "Seriously, you look awesome. Like, you belong on some magazine cover or something."
Vi smirked, ruffling Powder's neatly combed hair and earning a small squawk of protest. "Alright, alright, enough with the compliments. Let's get moving before they start the party without us."
Powder fixed her hair with a mock glare but grinned as she linked her arm through Vi's, practically dragging her toward the hallway. Her energy was infectious, and for a moment, Vi let herself relax.
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🎶: asturias - Oklou, Zero Castigo
The evening air outside Vander's was cool, carrying a faint saltiness from the sea breeze that drifted through Piltover's streets. The sun had long set, leaving behind a deep indigo sky scattered with stars that peeked between the city's tall structures. The warm glow of the bar's windows spilled onto the cobblestone path where the family waited, their chatter subdued by the weight of anticipation.
Vander stood near the bar's entrance, his broad frame silhouetted against the light as he checked the time on his pocket watch. "Shouldn't be long now," he rumbled, his deep voice steady as he glanced down the empty street. The gleam of his burgundy tie caught the light, contrasting sharply against his gray suit.
Vi leaned against the doorframe, her sharp blue eyes scanning the horizon. She adjusted the cuffs of her jacket with a deliberate motion, her fingers brushing over the subtle satin trim. The sleek black suit fit her like a second skin, and though her expression was calm, her jaw clenched faintly as the moments dragged on. Powder stood beside her, bouncing slightly on her silver heels, her excitement barely contained.
"Do you think it'll be huge?" Powder asked, craning her neck to look up at her sister. Her light blue dress swayed as she rocked on her toes, the silver accents shimmering faintly in the warm light.
Vi glanced down at her, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "If the invitation's anything to go by? Yeah, it's probably gonna be ridiculous."
Powder's eyes lit up, her mind clearly racing with the possibilities. "Like, do you think they'll have, I dunno, gold staircases? Or fountains that glow in the dark?"
"Glow-in-the-dark fountains?" Mylo chimed in, his tone dripping with mock incredulity. "Now that's what I call innovation."
"Don't give her ideas," Claggor muttered, though his smile betrayed his amusement. He adjusted his navy-blue suit jacket, glancing at the group. "Let's just hope we don't embarrass ourselves before we even make it inside."
"Speak for yourself," Ekko said smoothly, his charcoal gray suit catching the light as he pushed off the wall he'd been leaning on. The clockwork pin on his lapel gleamed faintly as he adjusted it, his polished shoes tapping against the cobblestone. "I've got this. You all just try to keep up."
"Don't let it go to your head, genius," Vi muttered, though her smirk softened the words. She straightened up as she caught the faint rumble of an approaching vehicle in the distance. "Looks like our ride's here."
The sound of a sleek engine purring grew louder, and moments later, a polished black limousine glided into view. Its body gleamed under the soft glow of the streetlights, the windows tinted to perfection, exuding elegance and power. The insignia of the Konte family was discreetly etched into the corner of the rear door, a subtle display of status.
The driver stepped out, dressed in crisp black livery, his posture straight and dignified. With a precise bow, he tipped his hat toward Vander and the group. "Good evening," he said, his voice smooth and polite. "The Konte family has sent me to escort you to the estate. If you're ready, please step inside."
Powder's jaw dropped as she gripped Vi's arm, her excitement spilling over. "Vi! Look at this thing!" she exclaimed, her silver heels clicking against the cobblestone as she stepped closer. "It's like something out of one of those fancy adventure stories!"
Vi chuckled, letting herself be dragged forward, though her sharp blue eyes flicked toward the limo with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Easy there, Powder," she said, smirking. "It's just a ride. Fancy or not, it's not gonna bite."
Ekko grinned, stepping in beside Powder. "You kidding? This thing screams big leagues. Might as well enjoy the ride."
Vander exchanged a brief glance with the driver, nodding his thanks before gesturing for the group to follow. One by one, they stepped inside, the soft interior lighting illuminating the plush leather seats and polished wood accents of the limo's interior. The atmosphere was a mix of excitement and nerves, but beneath it all was an unspoken determination. They were stepping into something bigger tonight, something that carried weight.
As the last door clicked shut, the driver returned to his seat, and the quiet hum of the engine rolled them forward. Outside, the lights of Piltover faded into the distance, replaced by the darker expanse of the road leading toward the Konte estate.
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🎶: Bittersweet Symphony - GAMPER & DADONI, Emily Roberts
The night sky hung low, painted in deep hues of navy and black, with stars scattered like tiny gemstones across an endless canvas. The cool breeze carried a faint scent of the ocean, mingling with the crisp air as the grand Konte estate came into view. Set against a backdrop of rolling waves, the estate stood like a vision out of a fairy tale—a fortress carved from history and wealth, perched just far enough from Piltover to feel like another world. The mansion's architecture mirrored its surroundings, a balance of grandeur and restraint. At its heart was the towering castle-like structure, with its steeply pitched roofs and intricate wooden eaves, reminiscent of an ancient Ionian palace. The softly illuminated cherry blossoms lining the outer courtyard added a touch of romance to the scene, their pale pink petals fluttering gently in the breeze.
Inside the limo, Powder pressed her face against the window, her wide eyes drinking in the sight. Her light blue gown shimmered faintly under the moonlight, the delicate silver accents catching the light as she leaned forward. "Whoa," she whispered, her breath fogging up the glass. "This… this is someone's house?"
Ekko, sitting beside her, adjusted his tie with slightly nervous fingers. His sharp suit, tailored for the occasion, fit him perfectly, though the unease in his movements betrayed him. "House? More like a fortress," he muttered, his tone a mix of awe and disbelief. "The Konte family doesn't just do big; they do intimidation with a side of luxury."
The limo slowed as it approached the grand gates, which swung open smoothly, revealing the estate grounds. Rolling gardens stretched out on either side, perfectly manicured and punctuated with koi ponds shimmering under the soft glow of lanterns. Stone bridges arched gracefully over the water, and pathways wound through patches of sculpted greenery that seemed to defy natural imperfection. The soft golden light spilling from the mansion's intricate windows hinted at the lively celebration inside. Elegantly dressed guests strolled toward the main entrance.
When the limo finally came to a stop before the estate's grand entrance, the driver stepped out swiftly, bowing slightly as he opened the door. Powder emerged first, her eyes immediately sweeping the sprawling estate, unable to contain her wonder. "It's like something out of a dream," she murmured, clutching Ekko's arm as they stepped onto the cobblestone drive.
Ekko smirked, his own wide eyes betraying his attempt at nonchalance. "A dream for some," he quipped, glancing up at the towering estate. "Intimidation tactic for everyone else."
Vi followed them out, her sharp blue eyes scanning the scene. Her tailored black suit caught the faint glow of the lights, the satin lapels gleaming subtly. She adjusted her cuffs, her expression unreadable as she took in the castle-like estate. Powder turned back, catching Vi's look of guarded admiration.
"Vi, doesn't this place make you feel like we're in a storybook?" Powder asked, her voice brimming with excitement.
Vi's lips quirked into a faint smirk as she glanced toward her sister. "If by storybook, you mean a really expensive stage set for a drama about people with too much money, then yeah." But even as she joked, her sharp blue eyes lingered on the intricate architecture, her thoughts unreadable.
Ekko tugged lightly on Powder's arm, steering her toward the pathway leading to the grand entrance. "Come on, Powder. Let's not keep the royalty waiting," he said, his tone dripping with mock formality, though the awe in his expression hadn't faded.
Behind them, Vi hesitated for a moment, her gaze sweeping across the estate one last time before she followed.
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Inside, the Konte ballroom felt even more majestic than the estate's exterior. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, with elegant glass panels that framed the night sky above, revealing the stars twinkling. Soft golden light poured from the crystal chandeliers, which hung like crowns over the expanse of the room. The air was filled with the hum of conversation and the delicate strains of a symphony orchestra tucked into the corner. The ballroom itself was a masterpiece of design, with a long terrace that overlooked the sea. Massive windows stretched from floor to ceiling, offering an unobstructed view of the waves shimmering under the moonlight. Outside, the terrace was lined with modern lounge seating—circular, elegant couches illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. It was a place where wealth met art, every detail painstakingly curated to perfection.
Powder twirled slightly in her gown, the fabric catching the light as her wide eyes took in the room. "This is insane," she whispered, clutching Ekko's arm tightly. "Look at that view. It's like we're on the edge of the world."
Ekko nodded, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. Inventors, investors, and innovators mingled with ease, their polished conversations flowing as smoothly as the champagne being passed around. He recognized a few faces from Piltover's higher circles—council members, scholars, and entrepreneurs, all gathered under one impossibly grand roof. "Stay close," Ekko muttered, his voice low. "These types of people… they don't exactly welcome outsiders like us."
Powder gave him a reassuring grin, her confidence defying her usual nerves. "Relax, Ekko. We're not just anyone. We're here because we earned it."
As they stepped further into the room, Powder's gaze caught on a figure near the edge of the terrace—a striking woman with platinum white hair cropped short, styled effortlessly in a tousled pixie cut. The longer strands on top fell in intentional disarray, a few pieces sweeping lightly across her forehead and softening her otherwise sharp features.
Riven stood apart from the throng, the fabric of her her tailored green suit caught the light subtly, the rich emerald hue deepened by faint Ionian embroidery that lined the edges of the lapels. She was deep in conversation with a group of dignitaries, her pale green eyes focused and calculating as she listened with intent. Vi caught sight of Riven and immediately grimaced. Of course, she'd be the center of attention, looking like that. Vi's sharp blue eyes narrowed as she took in the effortlessly elegant suit, the subtle but undeniable presence that Riven carried. Much as Vi hated to admit it, she couldn't deny the obvious: Riven looked stunning. Fucking great. Just what this place needed.
Vi shifted her weight, adjusting her suit jacket slightly as she tried—and failed—not to let the comparison creep in. Vi felt like an intruder in her own outfit, like she was trying too hard to belong somewhere she didn't. She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to look away. But then she reminded herself of one thing that helped her steady her nerves: Caitlyn wasn't here. At least she didn't have to deal with that particular storm tonight.
Whatever tangled mess existed between her, Caitlyn, and Riven didn't need to bleed into this evening. This wasn't about them. This was for Powder, for Ekko, for the family. And if that meant ignoring Riven all night, then so be it. Vi smirked faintly to herself. I can manage that. Probably.
Powder tugged on Ekko's sleeve, her excitement bubbling over as she gestured subtly toward the striking figure in the emerald suit. "Who's that?" she whispered, her wide eyes fixed on Riven. "She looks important."
Ekko followed her gaze, his expression tightening slightly as he recognized Riven. He didn't answer right away, instead adjusting his tie as if buying time to collect his thoughts. Before he could say anything, Vander leaned down slightly, his low voice carrying over the hum of the ballroom. "That's Riven Konte," he said simply, his tone carrying a weight of familiarity and caution. "She's the future Leader of the Konte family."
Powder's eyes widened further. "Wait, the Konte family? The ones hosting all this?" she asked, her voice dropping to an exaggerated whisper.
Vander nodded, his eyes flicking briefly toward Riven, who was deep in conversation with a group of dignitaries. "She's the one running most of their operations these days. Smart as a whip, sharp as a blade. Don't let the suit fool you—there's steel under all that polish."
Powder tilted her head, her curiosity piqued even more. "She doesn't look scary," she mused, her gaze lingering on Riven's calm and collected demeanor. "She just looks… cool."
Vander huffed a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "That's how they get you, kid. People like her don't need to raise their voice to be heard."
Powder nodded slowly, her lips pursing in thought before a grin broke across her face. "Good thing we're here to make an impression, huh? Maybe she'll be impressed by us."
Ekko smirked faintly but said nothing, his sharp eyes still watching Riven with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Let's focus on the project first," he muttered, nudging Powder gently toward the refreshment table. "We're here for business, remember?"
Meanwhile, Mylo and Claggor had already made themselves comfortable at the edge of the ballroom, piling small plates with hors d'oeuvres. Mylo popped a canapé into his mouth, gesturing enthusiastically with the other hand. "I don't know what this is," he said around a mouthful of food, "but it's amazing. They've got a shrimp thing over there too. You gotta try it."
Claggor nodded in agreement, already working through his own plate. "Yeah, this is the real reason we're here," he joked, his voice low. "Forget all that fancy tech talk. Just keep the food coming."
Powder glanced over and rolled her eyes, suppressing a laugh. "You two are impossible," she muttered before turning back to Ekko. "Guess it's up to us to make the real impression."
Ekko gave her a sidelong glance, his smirk growing. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
🎶: Quietly Yours - Birdy
Vi adjusted her cuffs as she stood near one of the grand windows, trying to blend into the sea of glittering guests while staying as far from the main crowd as possible. She was trying to keep her eyes from wandering toward Riven, who stood a few feet away. But something about Riven's expression shifted—her calm composure broke for just a second, her pale green eyes widening, her jaw tightening. She looked… stunned.
Vi frowned, following Riven's gaze toward the grand entrance of the ballroom. What could possibly shake someone like Riven Konte? And then she saw her.
Caitlyn.
Vi's breath caught in her throat, her sharp blue eyes narrowing instinctively before widening with disbelief. For a split second, she thought her mind might be playing tricks on her, but no—there Caitlyn was, stepping through the entrance as if she owned the room. And, honestly? She might as well have.
Her navy blue gown flowed like water, hugging her figure in all the right places before cascading down in soft waves of fabric that shimmered faintly under the golden light. The design was elegant and bold all at once, the deep color making her piercing blue eyes stand out even more. Her dark hair was styled loosely, with soft curls framing her face and a single diamond pin catching the light above her temple. A delicate silver necklace graced her collarbone, understated but dazzling, a perfect match for the small, glittering earrings that dangled with every step she took.
Caitlyn carried herself with the kind of poise that could silence a room—not forced, not deliberate, just naturally commanding. Her every movement was deliberate yet effortless, her head held high, her gaze scanning the room with quiet curiosity. And behind her, her parents, Cassandra and Tobias Kiramman, trailed like a pair of regal shadows. Cassandra's expression was serene but proud, and Tobias carried a faint smile that spoke volumes about how much faith they placed in their daughter. The Kiramman family definitely exuded an air of importance that no one could ignore.
Vi felt her stomach twist. Caitlyn was… radiant. Breathtaking, even. And while she had seen Caitlyn in plenty of outfits—her crisp student government suits, her more relaxed campus attire, even her gym clothes—this was entirely different. This wasn't the Caitlyn she was used to, the one she could banter with, clash with, or avoid altogether. This was Caitlyn in her full element, the version of her that the rest of Piltover probably saw: polished, powerful, and untouchable.
For a moment, Vi forgot to breathe. The only thing she could focus on was how impossibly beautiful Caitlyn looked, and the sudden realization that Caitlyn being here was the last thing she had expected. What the hell is she doing here? But even as the thought crossed her mind, another one followed, unwelcome. Of course, she's here. She belongs here.
Across the room, Riven remained rooted in place, her pale green eyes still fixed on Caitlyn with an expression Vi didn't want to read too much into. Was it admiration? Something more? Whatever it was, it made Vi's jaw clench, her sharp blue eyes flicking between Riven and Caitlyn. And then Caitlyn's gaze shifted, her piercing blue eyes scanning the room until they landed on Riven—and lingered. For a moment, it felt as though the entire ballroom had gone quiet, the symphony's music fading into the background as Caitlyn's lips curved into the faintest smile.
Vi's heart sank, the weight of everything she'd been avoiding suddenly crashing down on her. She couldn't tear her eyes away, no matter how much she wanted to. And as Caitlyn turned to exchange a word with her mother, her elegant laugh carrying softly through the air, Vi felt an ache she didn't know she had. This was not the night she had planned for. And now, with Caitlyn here, looking like that, everything felt a hundred times more complicated.
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🎶: Letters From The Sky - Civil Twilight
Riven stood frozen, her pale green eyes locked on Caitlyn as the Kiramman family entered the ballroom. Her normally unshakable composure faltered for the briefest of moments—a flicker of something vulnerable crossing her face before she quickly masked it with a subtle shift in posture. But no matter how much she tried to hold onto her usual air of control, her gaze refused to waver.
Holy shit.
Caitlyn wasn't just beautiful—she was devastating. That navy blue dress… Riven's chest tightened slightly as she remembered the box she'd sent just days ago, complete with a card that had taken her an embarrassing amount of time to write. She hadn't known if Caitlyn would wear it, hadn't even been sure if it would suit her. But now? Now she thanked every deity she didn't believe in that Caitlyn had chosen it.
The gown hugged Caitlyn's frame perfectly. The subtle shimmer of the fabric caught the light just enough to draw the eye without being gaudy—exactly what Riven had intended. And the way the soft curls of Caitlyn's hair framed her face? It was like the entire ensemble had been designed to ruin Riven's carefully constructed self-control.
She's... stunning.
The thought hit Riven harder than she wanted to admit, and she swallowed subtly, her throat tightening as she tried to shake off the spell Caitlyn seemed to have cast over her. Get a grip, Riven. You're not a god damn teenager. But even as she chastised herself, her thoughts betrayed her. She couldn't help but feel an odd sense of pride—pride that Caitlyn had worn her dress. God, she looks like she belongs on top of the world. Riven's smirk twitched at the corner of her lips, though it felt unsteady, more vulnerable than usual. And here I am, trying not to look like a complete idiot.
Her pale green eyes flicked briefly to the dignitaries she'd been speaking with moments before, their words now a distant hum in the back of her mind. None of it mattered, not with Caitlyn here, lighting up the room like this. Riven let out a slow, controlled breath, forcing herself to stand straighter, her fingers brushing the lapel of her emerald-green suit in a subconscious attempt to ground herself.
She's here for the gala, she reminded herself firmly. Not for you. Just focus.
But even as she tried to refocus on the room, her gaze drifted back to Caitlyn, drawn like a moth to a flame. And for the first time in a long time, Riven felt completely, hopelessly out of her depth. The dignitaries she'd been speaking to were still talking, their voices buzzing faintly in her ears like static. But the words didn't register. She shifted her weight slightly, cleared her throat and adjusted her suit. "Excuse me," Riven said smoothly, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. She nodded politely to the group of dignitaries. "There's someone I need to speak with."
Without waiting for a response, Riven stepped away from the group, her strides purposeful as she moved toward Caitlyn. The crowd seemed to blur around her, the noise and laughter fading into the background. She wasn't entirely sure what she was going to say—hell, she wasn't even sure she'd be able to form a coherent sentence when she reached Caitlyn. But she couldn't stay still. As she drew closer, weaving through the crowd, a flicker of movement caught her eye. Something bright, sharp, and unrelenting. Riven paused mid-step, her instincts sharpening as her peripheral vision registered a flash of red.
She turned her head slightly, and there she was. Vi. Standing across the room, half-shrouded in shadow, yet somehow commanding attention as if she belonged in the spotlight. Vi wasn't moving, wasn't speaking. She was just staring. Staring at her. Riven froze, her pale green eyes locking onto Vi's sharp blue gaze. The air between them was thick, heavy with unspoken tension that crackled like a live wire. Vi didn't so much as blink, her broad shoulders squared as though she were bracing herself for a fight. Her suit, dark and perfectly fitted, only added to her intensity, the clean lines of the jacket accentuating her athletic frame. And her eyes—God, those eyes—burned with something that made Riven's skin crawl.
Riven's lips pressed into a thin line, tilted her head slightly, her gaze narrowing as she stared back at Vi, refusing to back down. She's watching me. No, not just me. She's watching how close I get to Caitlyn.
For a moment, Riven considered ignoring Vi, but something in the weight of Vi's stare held her in place. She straightened her posture slightly, her pale green eyes narrowing further as a faint smirk ghosted across her lips.
What are you going to do, Vi? Stop me?
The thought was laced with defiance, though Riven didn't voice it. Instead, she gave Vi a deliberate once-over, her gaze dipping to take in the crisp lines of her suit before flicking back up to meet her sharp blue eyes. Riven's smirk widened just a fraction, enough to send a silent message: You can stare all you want, but you won't stop me.
Vi's jaw tightened further, her fists clenching subtly at her sides. It was clear she didn't appreciate the smirk, the silent taunt that passed between them like a spark in the air. Riven held her gaze for a beat longer, then slowly, turned her attention back to Caitlyn. She refused to let Vi rattle her, not tonight. Not when Caitlyn was just a few steps away. But as she began walking again, the weight of Vi's stare burned into her back, heavy and unrelenting.
Riven moved with purpose, her pale green eyes zeroed in on Caitlyn like a beacon. She didn't need to think, didn't need to plan—she just knew she needed to reach her. Just as she crossed the final stretch of polished marble floor, a hand shot out and grabbed her arm, halting her mid-step. Riven's body stiffened instinctively, her gaze snapping to the source of the interruption.
Vi. Of course, it was Vi.
Vi's grip was firm, her fingers curling around Riven's forearm in a way that wasn't aggressive, but certainly wasn't gentle either. Her sharp blue eyes bored into Riven's, brimming with barely-contained tension. She didn't speak right away, her jaw tight, her entire frame coiled like a spring ready to snap.
Riven's face didn't betray much—just a faint flicker of irritation before she masked it with her usual calm. She turned her body slightly, just enough to square off with Vi, her pale green eyes meeting the fiery intensity of Vi's glare. "You've got two seconds to let go of my arm, Vi," Riven said, her voice low, smooth, and carrying just enough of an edge to cut.
Vi didn't budge. Her fingers stayed where they were, her gaze unwavering. "What the hell are you doing?" Vi asked, her voice quiet but laced with tension. It wasn't a question so much as a demand.
Riven tilted her head, her smirk returning as though Vi's words had amused her. "Walking," she replied evenly, her tone calm, almost mockingly casual. "Why? Were you hoping for a dance instead?"
Vi's lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp blue eyes narrowing further. "Don't play with me, Riven. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
Riven's smirk widened, and she let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "Oh, I do?" she said smoothly. "Enlighten me, Vi. What exactly am I doing?"
Vi stepped closer, her grip on Riven's arm tightening slightly. "You're making a show of it," she growled, her voice dropping lower. "You don't care about Caitlyn. You just want to win. That's all this is to you—a game."
The accusation hit harder than Riven would have liked to admit, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she arched an eyebrow, her pale green eyes glinting with something sharp and dangerous. "You think you know me that well?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a quiet menace that sent a chill through the air between them. "That's funny, coming from someone who's too much of a coward to even tell Caitlyn how they feel."
Vi flinched, her jaw clenching as a flicker of something raw crossed her expression. But she didn't back down. "This isn't about me," she said through gritted teeth. "It's about her. Caitlyn doesn't need someone who's going to play mind games with her."
Riven's smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before it returned, colder this time. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And what does she need, Vi? You?" Her tone was biting, cutting. "Because if that's the case, you're doing a hell of a job showing it."
The words hung in the air like a challenge, daring Vi to respond. Riven could feel Vi's grip on her arm tighten further, the unspoken challenge written all over her face. But then, slowly, deliberately, Riven's gaze flicked back toward Caitlyn. She didn't need to say anything—her actions spoke louder than words. She was going to Caitlyn, no matter what Vi thought, no matter what Vi did. And Vi knew it.
"Let go," Riven said softly, her voice calm but firm, like the steady pull of a tide that couldn't be resisted. "Unless you're planning to stop me."
Vi hesitated, her fingers loosening just slightly as her sharp blue eyes flicked toward Caitlyn. With a low, frustrated growl, Vi released Riven's arm, stepping back with a glare that could have melted steel. Riven adjusted her suit, brushing off the sleeve as though Vi's grip had left a mark. She turned her pale green eyes back to Vi, her smirk softening into something quieter, almost pitying. "If you're so worried about Caitlyn," Riven said evenly, her tone measured, "maybe you should stop wasting time glaring at me and start figuring out what you're going to do about it."
Vi stood frozen for a moment, her sharp blue eyes fixed on Riven's retreating figure. Her fist tightened at her side, the words from their last conversation echoing in her mind like a relentless drumbeat. What does Caitlyn need? You? Stop wasting time glaring at me and start figuring out what you're going to do about it.
Riven had been annoyingly, frustratingly right. This wasn't about her. It wasn't even about Riven. It was about Caitlyn. And Vi was done standing on the sidelines. The anger, the frustration—all of it had been a cover for what she didn't want to admit. She wasn't mad at Riven. She was mad at herself—for waiting, for doubting, for letting someone else step in where she hadn't. Not anymore.
Riven was already nearing Caitlyn now, her white hair catching the light and her tailored green suit practically glowing with quiet confidence. Vi moved faster now, her strides cutting through the room with purpose. She saw the moment Riven noticed her. The white-haired woman froze mid-step, her pale green eyes locking onto Vi with a flicker of surprise. It was brief, gone almost as quickly as it came, replaced by a smirk that curled at the corners of her lips—a look that dared Vi to close the gap between them.
Riven stood her ground, her hands sliding casually into the pockets of her impeccably tailored suit. "Well, well," she murmured as Vi approached, her tone laced with teasing. "Look who's finally decided to show up."
Vi stopped just short of her, close enough for the tension to crackle between them. She tilted her head slightly, her sharp blue eyes unwavering. "I'm not here to trade words with you," she said, her voice low but steady. "You want Caitlyn? Fine. But you're not doing it without knowing I'm in this too."
Riven's smirk softened, something flickering behind her pale green eyes—curiosity, maybe even respect. She studied Vi for a moment, then gave a small nod. "Good," she replied, her tone quiet but pointed. "About time."
She took half a step back, her gaze flicking toward Caitlyn, who stood across the room, still deep in conversation with her parents. Riven's smirk returned, though it lacked its usual sharpness. "But if you're going to chase her," she added, her voice carrying a note of challenge, "you'd better be ready to run. I'm not planning to make it easy."
Vi held her ground, her jaw tightening. "I'm not afraid of the competition," she shot back, her voice calm but firm. "I'm not running away this time. And I'm not letting her go."
Riven's pale green eyes lingered on Vi for a beat longer, her smirk softening into something thoughtful. Then, with a faint shrug, she stepped aside, giving Vi the space to move forward. "Good," she said simply, her tone almost too quiet to hear. "Because she deserves someone willing to fight for her."
Vi didn't respond. She didn't need to. Her focus had already shifted, her gaze locking onto Caitlyn. This was her moment, and nothing—not even Riven—was going to stop her. As Vi stepped forward, Riven watched her go, the smirk returning to her lips. Let's see if you've got what it takes, she thought, a quiet thrill sparking in her chest. Because if anyone could, it would be Vi.
END OF CHAPTER SEVEN