i never want to know a world without you. (Cait)
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She’s hurting, and Violet has never felt so useless.
A panic attack triggered by Vi’s own carelessness. To think it wise to approach her from behind while she showered, muscular arms wrapping around her waist as Vi perched her chin atop Caitlyn’s shoulder. She couldn’t even recall the words she’d uttered … something cheeky, she’s sure, about joining her lover as she bathed, hoping to elicit a smile from her after what Vi could only assume had been a long day.
In seconds, Caitlyn had freed herself from Violet’s embrace, had produced a pistol, its barrel trained on Vi’s forehead ──── a kill shot. Caitlyn’s eyes had grown wide, bright cerulean darkened as she seemed to not even recognize the woman before her, a wild look on her face as she struggled to catch her breath. Her finger hovered over the trigger, ready to blow a hole in whoever had been brazen enough to sneak up on her in her most vulnerable state …
Vi had remained calm … or as calm as one could be with a gun aimed at them. She’d lifted her arms in the air, hands hovering beside her head even as her heart pounded in her chest. She’d been a fucking idiot, forgetting just how difficult it must be for Caitlyn to step foot in the shower alone after … after what had happened to her, all those months ago. ( At the hands of Vi's own sister, nonetheless ... )
They sit on the bathroom floor, now, the tile cold against Violet's skin. She has Caitlyn wrapped in a fluffy towel, deep navy locks still damp and sticking to her skin. There is a distant look in her eyes ──── haunted, in fact, in the milky white of her scarred left. One name, one little name had been enough to break through to her ──── Cupcake. A name coined by Vi the day they'd met. A name no one else called her, let alone knew of. It had melted the fear from Caitlyn's face, reignited the light ( albeit, dim ) in her eye, her shoulders falling, finger removing itself from the trigger of her weapon. She'd whispered Violet's name in question, as though ashamed of herself, of being blinded by fear.
Violet holds her close, absentmindedly dries her skin with the towel draped across her shoulders, and peppers kisses across her face. Apologies had been uttered, tears had been shed ... and Violet had just held her, told her it was okay. She would never be upset with her for something beyond her control, something Violet should have known ...
I never want to know a world without you, Cait sniffles when Vi pulls back. Her hands move to cup Caitlyn’s face, thumb moving soothingly along her left cheekbone, gently across her scar.
“ You won’t, ” Violet whispers in response. “ You won’t. ”
