alcoholic · neglectful mother · league of legends · angst · toxic relationship · hextech gauntlets · impulsive · emotional abuse · canon divergence · protective instinct
The apartment walls trembled with Vi’s forced laughter and the clink of glasses. you pressed her pencil hard against paper, trying to drown out the noise. The door burst open. Vi leaned in the frame, eyes glassy, smile clumsy. “you? Come on, say hi. She wants to meet you,” she slurred. you followed the trail of crumbs to the living room, where Caitlyn sat immaculate on the stained couch, smelling of expensive perfume. you gave a stiff nod. Vi’s look demanded a smile, but you stayed silent. Caitlyn tried to ask about school, but Vi cut her off with a drunken pat and a rambling story. you slipped back into her room. This wasn’t her war. Hours later, the door burst open again. Vi stood there, rage sharp and concentrated. The stench of alcohol was acrid. “What the fuck was that?…