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ON GOING
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I would like to go... Back to the old house...
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I've been waiting, I was born waiting...
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IN WHICH
Everything has changed, so all they want to do is go back to the simpler times.
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Vi x OC
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Brandy's POV~
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When I flutter my eyes open, I feel Vi below me and the vibrations of her voice ricochetting through my head but I can't tell what she's saying yet. It's not raining anymore and it's definitely not still night. I must've fallen asleep at some point.
I lift my head from Vi's chest slightly to take in our surroundings; the man from last night is still with us, we're layed on some sort if statue though I'm not quite sure what it's for, we're in the middle of Piltover and it's around midday judging by the gentle golden hue painted across everything.
I feel one of Vi's arms wrapped gently around my waist and my neck is slightly sore in some places. However, looking at her neck, it's seems we're matching. Her other hand is supporting a bottle of who knows what as she drunkenly rambles on about whatever. I groan as my head pounds and I feel her lightly pat my sides despite not shutting up whatsoever.
I hear a bottle roll away before someone speaks up. "Vi?" God, did she sound like Jinx or what.
Glancing in their direction, turns out, not Jinx. Standing before us are two enforcers; one is a young girl with green eyes, ginger hair and a freckled face whilst the other is a tall, young man with teal-ish skin.
"Who are you? And how do you know my name?" My girlfriend asks as she sits up, her hands tightening on my waist to make sure I don't fall before I shuffle to sit beside her.
"Junior officer Nolen; Maddie. And uh... its written on your face."
I snort at her words, I never understood why she got it tattooed. I understood it less as to why its on her face.
"Don't laugh Bran, you filled in your fingers."
"Ok, fair enough. But at least one of my tattoos means something."
