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She couldn't move, could barely breathe, tied down to a broken and splintered dining chair at the head of a spray painted table. Her eyes darted across the surface, to the fucked up recreations of Mylo and Claggor, to Vander’s old pipe on a plate, her old rabbit toy. All of it sends knives through Vi's chest.
Powder came back wearing her gauntlets, carrying a platter with a covered top. Vi felt like throwing up.
"I paid your girlfriend a visit this morning." Vi tensed even more and her eyes shifted quickly between the platter and her sister, her fists clenched tight in her lap with the ropes digging into her arms.
"Powder, what did you do?"
"I made her a snack!" her heart dropped to her boots.
powders fingers danced around the top of the cover. Vi's breathing sped up, her chest ached and her head pounded as she realized what was under that platter.
The top was tossed away to reveal Caitlyn's severed head, still dripping with blood.
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“NO!”
Vi shot up with a shout and a gag, quickly yanking away the covers as she desperately made her way to the bathroom attached to Caitlyn's giant room.
Throwing open the toilet seat she released the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl. Her body retching forward violently as the image of her dream burned into her skull.
She vaguely made out the sound of Caitlyn's light footfalls against the tiled floor, a hand rubbed against her sweaty back as she was forced forward again.
Once she finally felt like she wouldn't throw up again she leaned back, resting against Caitlyn's solid form while she shook and panted.
"What happened?" They both know it's a stupid question but it fills the air with something that isn't just Vi's labored breathing.
"Nightmare," she forces out, "’Bout earlier."
Caitlyn nods silently and lets them sit a little longer until Vi is strong enough to stand and make her way back to Caitlyn's bed.
They’re both quiet when they crawl back under silk covers, when Vi presses herself against Caitlyn's chest with an ear against her heart and her arms around her waist.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Caitlyn says softly, brushing her fingers through Vi's short hair.
"I can't. Not-not yet, I think." she presses closer to her chest, squeezing tighter as those images bombard her brain again. She feels sick.
"That's ok, whenever you're ready." She feels soft lips press against the crown of her head and she's able to relax just a bit, with the reminder that Caitlyn’s here, still alive and still here.
It's not clear who falls asleep first, but they stay curled up together the rest of the night, no more nightmares to disturb them.