With this piece, I wanted to mirror the bed scene, that first moment where they truly let themselves be vulnerable with each other.
In that scene, Vi lets her guard down in a way we’ve never seen before. She confides in Caitlyn about her love for her sister, her regrets, the weight she carries. She lets Cait in. And Caitlyn answers that vulnerability not with words, but with touch, with quiet affection, with presence, letting her know quietly how she feels about her.
So I imagined a parallel.
This time, they’re facing each other. No walls. No uniforms. No weapons. No city pressing down on them.
I placed them in a meadow, in nature, somewhere untouched by duty, politics, guilt, or violence. Just the two of them. No urgency. No tragedy looming. Just space. Just air. Just time.
Here, they’re not soldiers or enforcers or daughters of legacies. They’re just Vi and Caitlyn, lying beside each other with the future wide open in front of them reflected in each others eyes.
