I had an idea last night and wrote it out.
Basic concept: League of Legends modern AU where Gwen is the adoptive daughter of Senna and Lucian. If it isn’t that good, I apologise, I wrote this late last night.
@teeto-peteto It’s Gwen and Senna focused, so I wanted to let you know.
Gwen shot up in a start, the sheets thrown off to now expose the top half of her light blue nightgown. Sweat slowly rolled down her face as she slowly tried to calm herself down.
You’re safe. He’s locked away. You’re with people who care. You’re okay-
A knock at Gwen’s door drew her attention, followed by a familiar voice that sounded slightly drowsy.
“Gwen, are you okay?” Asked Senna, one of Gwen’s new parents. Gwen immediately felt a surge of guilt. Senna and Lycian had busy jobs, she didn’t want to ruin their sleep about some bad dreams.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she lied.
Senna opened and carefully closed the door, her expression was a mix of soft concern and light hearted confidence.
“I’m not sure you’re telling the truth,” she replied, sitting beside Gwen on her blue sheeted bed. Gwen liked the colour blue.
“Another bad dream?”
“Yes…”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Gwen shook her head, now wanting to bother Senna with her problems.
“It’s dumb, don’t worry.”
“I can’t not worry, you know that.”
Gwen smiled briefly, resting her head on Senna’s shoulder and began recounting the nightmare.
“I was walking home, I opened the door and he there with his special knife. The long green one? And you and Lucian were…”
Gwen’s voice caught in her throat, Senna’s warn hand slowly stroking through her hair.
“It’s okay,” Senna muttered. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”
Gwen kept going.
“He started yelling at me. Saying that I left him behind, that Isolde died because of me. Then he hit me, grabbed by my hair and started dragging me away and…”
Gwen stopped.
“Then you woke up?”
Gwen nodded, feeling her voice get wobbly.
“I should be feeling better, right? He’s gone, I’m here, I have friends and better parents, but I’m still stuck dreaming about him and I can’t stop wondering if he’s right.”
Senna’s voice stiffened, but not out of anger.
“Gwen, listen to me. You were six years old. You didn’t know, and there was nothing could have done. Viego was destroyed by his grief, and some people can’t be saved.”
Senna wiped Gwen’s tears, continuing her speech.
“When you go through something horrible like that, it can take a long while to feel like you’re not stuck there. I have my scars, even Lucian does. But we’re all in it together.”
Gwen sniffled, looking into Senna’s emerald eyes.
“You’re gonna be okay. And if you don’t, you’ve got people to listen, okay?”
Gwen paused for a moment, then nodded.
“Okay, thank you.”
Senna embraced Gwen, and it was different from when Isolde would hug her, but in no way inferior.
When they released the embrace, Gwen felt a question in her mind.
“Before you go, could I talk to you about my latest sewing project?”
Senna raised an eyebrow.
“Is it those little dolls of your friend group? If so, go ahead.”
Gwen felt her worries vanish for a moment as she explained her sewing process at length.
She’d be okay. She had to believe that.
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