By Hound (18+ only)
CW: bars, dancing, shimmer, smoke, break up, angst, police violence mention, drinking, classism
Word Count: 1020
Notes: The next part is called "Blue" Mentioned here (Series is called "the colors of love") I LOVE FORGETTING TO TAG LMAO
Tagging: @nora-xox @colourfulkidglitter @midnightsk13s @petitepersephone @trashbod @biphrogg @thebleccbird
There was something in the way she looked at you, her dark grey eyes dulled from their hardened demeanor. She'd watch you laugh with your friends all gathered around the booth entranced by your smile. Throwing quick glances here and there because if any of those idiots knew about your secret relationship with Silcos one and only Sevika. The right hand man. Or whatever. Both of your loyalties would be questioned or even tested.
It was hard to keep her a secret, your friends were her friends. Coworkers, drinking, buddies, rivals. And as much as you adored her most people avoided her. Talked about her very out of ear shot. Too afraid to be heard. You'd never thought the two of you could make it under such stressful situations. After the bridge, Vander, The kids, Powder turned Jinx. You'd think the two of you could be more open. But no. Love makes you vulnerable. Made you weak.
You couldn't help but to apologetically shrug at her as your teammates walked inside with you. The two of you were supposed to discreetly leave and go on your "after near death comfort night mission" (the name was still in the works) but instead they dragged you to dance with them then drink with them. You saw Sevika hands fly to the table to haul herself up from her game and head upstairs, and you followed with the lame excuse "I have to pee, if I'm not back don't call the enforcers please" luckily they hadn't noticed her brooding figure or they'd start to question.
They knew you were lying, but they wouldn't even if the enforcers ever helped Zaunites. But by now they knew where you were from. Your family was originally from Piltover where you lived as a kid. Only to move on to Zaun in your teenage years finding out the hard way what your people did to theirs.
Sevika was already upstairs, and you were clearly getting excited to see her, a dumb little smile playing on your lips. However Sevikas legs were longer so it took a minute for you to catch up, plus a few tedious moments spent with Chuck to tell him he was doing fine.
When you made it upstairs you already knew which door it was the same as every other visit. And you knocked softly and pushed. The old door creaked open revealing your partner's bare back leaning against the wooden frame of the other for right inside. The light was dim, a buzz of electricity from the blue led light beside her bed, usually it was red, but tonight felt calm, smoke blew from the silhouette of your lover.
A thick cloud of pungent smoke as she let out a "I was starting to worry if you got hurt sugar" she didn't turn to face you. So your eyes wandered to her back. Her normal blue scars that covered her face were fading back to the usual color. The fluorescent pink of shimmer that coursed through her veins slowly disappeared before your eyes.
"I can't get hurt when the scary lady herself is waiting up here just for me."
She'd never shown you just how bad they were, not by choice. You'd taken care of her while she was unconscious but she distanced herself since then. You took in the view getting traces of less magical scars covering her shoulder blades and ribs as you approached behind her wrapping your arms around her waist and pushing your face inbetween her shoulder blades.
The silence was comfortable until it wasn't.
So you cleared your throat, and let go walking past her a bit, grey hair peaked from the roots of her hair, whether she was extra stressed or just getting old or both was yet to be determined. You turned around to peek at her face. You noticed a lazily wrapped blunt pressed between her two lips black lipstick smeared a bit across her chin. And a fresh scar on her abs, a large piece of gauze duct taped to the skin.
"Sev" you whimpered so quietly, yet it felt like you dragged a fork across a plate to her.
"I don't want your pity"
"Great cuz I don't pity you." You replied rather bluntly, Sevika raised her eyebrow at you.
"Then what was that?" It was a genuine question but the way she said it was harsh and you got defensive.
"What, I can't be upset you're getting seriously injured?"
"Since when do topsiders care about us? About me?"
"Please sev? Tell me what's going on. You don't have to shut me out"
"No." She cut you off. Something was wrong. "You need to leave and never come back."
"WHY ARE YOU SO AFRAID OF LETTING ME IN, even after all we've been through"
"Before I make you."
You stared at her in disbelief, eyes transfixed in hers that couldn't look at you. You got up to move past her tense frame, tears struggling to escape, the explosion rung clear in your mind but you knew this was different. Something was weird.
You couldn't help but to whisper what you normally did whenever the two of you departed.
A weak "I love you" fumbled from your lips a hot teae staining your cheek, grunge from the under-city washing away with the pain.
Only this time was your last, the last time this said those three impactful words.
You couldn't help but to have your long and complicated relationship flash before your eyes as your arm skimmed hers when you walked by. But you could've swore she said she loved you back. But now you'll never know. She's just a distant memory, a happy one. With a bittersweet end. If she said I love you that would've been her first time that's why it hurt. She was always too late. You'd stay awake hoping she wasn't dead. Waking up to hold her hand only to remember it's just another lonely night.