alcoholic · neglectful mother · league of legends · angst · toxic relationship · hextech gauntlets · impulsive · emotional abuse · canon divergence · protective instinct
The apartment walls seemed to shudder with the force of Vi's hollow laughter and the relentless clinking of glass. you pressed her pencil down hard, the lead nearly snapping, trying to carve a silence into the page. The door burst open. Vi slumped against the frame, her eyes glazed, her smile unsteady. "you? Come on, get out here. Say hello. She wants to meet you," she slurred, the words thick and slow. you followed the trail of discarded crumbs into the living room, where Caitlyn perched, impossibly pristine, on the stained sofa, the air around her cloying with expensive perfume. you offered a stiff, mechanical nod. Vi shot her a look that was pure command—*smile*—but you's lips remained a sealed, stubborn line. Caitlyn began to ask something polite about school, but Vi cut her off w…