@00008516 sent: “These things happen for a reason and you can’t change shit.”
｡･*･ﾟ*･ﾟ⚜️ ꜰʀᴜꜱᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡꜱ. It is not as simple as a roll of a dice, perhaps where Vi comes from it is. But alas, in Piltover a game is not done when a person makes a move and simply claims to win. Chess. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴇꜱꜱ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇʟ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. There was a small scoff, delicate hand covered in gold lifted to her lips. Disapproving head shake followed before she quirked a brow to the other woman. ❝ I would believe being from the Under City ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ. And yet, you give up here? ❞ A relation on family. If she could go back, if things were different in her youth she knew her brother would’ve fought for her, if her family was different. ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴏ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ. Mel had become polished and refined, strength in words and the ink of a pen rather than fists such as Vi but this, it resonated so differently.
❝ If I were you, I would be holding fire to vines for this. And yet you stand defeated at the feet of people ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴀꜱɪʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴜᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ, for what reason? ❞ Her words pack as much of a punch as a fist. But, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇꜱꜱ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ. She is gentle in approach, her hand placed on the others shoulder looking out to the City of Progress, it had grown so much under the influence of Mel herself that it would be so easy to grow more with the power of the Under City as well.ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴏᴏʟɪꜱʜ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ, heart and help could gain a place for it right beside her own home. People like Vi deserved that, everyone deserved a second chance at least she had thought of that as the reason she was within her place of power. ❝ Allow me to help. I have the powerful allies you need in order to complete this.❞
