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Assistant: Title: Addiction
        Author: missevillyn missevillyn 
        Chapter: 11/12 
        Summary: You are a dancer and the latest attraction at Babette’s brothel. One night during your performance, your eyes capture the sight of one of their regulars: Sevika, who is stone cold ignoring you. But you win her attention quickly and before you know it, your find yourself falling for her while she can’t keep her eyes off you all of a sudden either. You are taken by surprise at the effect she has on your principles, your body, your heart. Little does she know, you’re far more than just an innocent little bird dancing for her, as your secret side hustle makes you another addition to her hit list…
            
            What the hell is the Scary Lady doing at a brothel? And how dare she ignore you?
        Contents: Chapter 11: Grey
    

    

        
          
          
            Reader and Sevika reflect on their fight – and come to very different conclusions …Disclaimer: Mentioning and talking about drug addiction and drug addicts
          
        

      
        
          
          (See the end of the chapter for  notes.)
          
      
  

  
  
    
    The following week passed by like a blur. During your dances on stage you jumped every time someone entered the brothel in hopes it would be her. When you were running errands at your usual stores your breath hitched every time you heard the sound of heavy boots behind you. When you were jogging through the streets your heart skipped a beat every time your eyes fell on an augmented hand, short dark hair or red fabric. But it wasn’t her. It never was her. In stark contrast to before your fight, when it had felt like she was always close, around the next corner, it now seemed as if she was avoiding your like the plague.After the first 3 days Babette approached you with irritation written across her face. Even Miguel, Babette’s eyes and ears, hadn’t heard any news about Sevika. She hadn’t visited you or any of your colleagues. As it seemed like she hadn’t sought out any of the other brothels in town either.Drowned in the bitter familiarity of your solitude, you felt utterly at your own mind’s mercy – which was not letting go of thinking about Sevika and your last encounter over and over again. You spent your days absentminded and distracted by constantly replaying and contemplating that stupid fight. Sevika had been wise enough to cut off the argument before further escalation but that didn’t soothe the anxiety, the anger and the regret that it had sparked inside of you. The way she had defended Silco and the horrific things that his invention, Shimmer, did to countless innocents... it had turned your vision red. How could she think that way? How could she say those things to you? Justifying every means for the cause, as if the lost lives of your friends had been nothing more than collateral damage. Maybe you should’ve handled the situation smarter, more diplomatic or rational but on the other hand, how could you?It was cruel. Sevika was cruel. Even the thought of it made your stomach ache. You hated everything she stood for. And yet, you felt an awful emptiness at the loss of her presence at the very same time. How was that even possible? The separation after this argument was unbearable. The pain of her loss blurred the lines of your own values and morals to the point that, after 5 days, you started to contemplate if you should seek her out and talk to her. Even though you still felt the bitter taste of that argument on your tongue. As much as you despised her for the very clear demonstration of where her loyalties lied, it had changed little of your affection towards her. You were desperate to talk to Lest about what had went down between you, but she was booked with someone important from Topside for days.After a full week had passed by without seeing or hearing anything from Sevika, you noticed that, slowly but steadily, the requests for your private bookings were declining. When asking Babette she just shrug her shoulders, but you were convinced that this was connected to her in some way. Was it her punishment of that one customer that scared others away? Was it because she hadn’t booked you, so others had lost interest, too? Or could she be talking sh@t about you, driving them away? No matter what it was, this and the loss of her own generous contributions made your funds shrink significantly and left a deep hole in the budget for your visits of the slums and your stunts. But after that reckless hunt and the argument you were so exhausted mentally, it wore you out physically too and you wouldn’t risk getting caught because of your distracted and clouded state. So you settled for only visiting the pit for now. *** Your backpack sat lighter on your shoulders than usual as you trotted to the slum. The sight of it was even more devastating now than before, ever since that huge neon sign had been demolished a couple of days ago. The crush had destroyed many of the ruins and camps in the surrounding area, leaving many of the inhabitants without shelter. In addition, the pit was now drowned in utter darkness. It wasn’t entirely clear what had happened down here. Word in the Lanes was, it had something to do with Silco chasing down some girl enforcer and a Zaunite. The little man with the glasses had confirmed the story, but refused to say more on the topic.“I’m sorry I couldn’t bring more, I’ve recently experienced some... shortages regarding my budget.” you explained as you walked along the camps and tents with the short man as usual. After months of visitations you had grown quite fond of him and it seemed as he had, too. He looked up at you through his cracked glasses, taking in your apology for the sparce amount of supplies you had brought today. He stopped in his tracks which made you halt, too. “Listen, ” he said with his usual shaky, stuttering voice. “… I know you’re struggling, too. Can see it in y… your…eyes. Life isn’t easy for any of us these days.”  You sighed at his words. Seeing the despair at the pit made your frustration about your fight with Sevika grow even more. “Still, I want you to know, I do what I can, really. I know, it isn’t much but I can’t really afford more than keep you fed and somewhat on your feet. Shimmer destroyed your lives and you have lost so much already, you don’t deserve to live like this on top of everything.” you tried to explain.The man avoided your gaze, looking down on his skinny, dirty hands. “You forget,” he replied “… we have done… bad things, too…I do when I take it...”  “But, that’s not your fault! It’s Silco’s!” you tried to argue but he gently took your hand. “Yes, Shimmer turned us into... this. But still, back then, I…I had a choice back then and I still took it.”His words took you by surprise, especially the fact that he seemed to blame himself. You let his statement sink in for a moment. Of course you knew, that life was more complicated than that and people were responsible for their own actions. But that didn’t change the fact that Silco had fed a highly addictive drug to the streets like candy.“But when it comes to a destructive drug, a place like Zaun is pretty much the worst testing ground! Poverty, desperation, crime – he took advantage of you! He exploited you! Of course you felt compelled by the lies Silco fed you. You felt powerless!” you replied. The memories of the friends you had lost to Shimmer bled into your words.“You’re not wrong about him. I wanted to feel better, s…stronger. But I also let everyone down. Life isn’t just black and white, you know…” he explained. Your eyes fell on the dusty ground before you as you thought about what he had said. The both of you continued your rounds through the pit in silence. *** The next day Lest had finally returned to the brothel and as soon as you had finished your performance on stage you practically ran to her room as the memories of that fight were still haunting you.Lest observed your frantic demeanor in silence as you kept walking in circles in her boudoir with furrowed brows. After you had shared the painful details of that argument, you finally stilled your movements in front of her and sighed. “Sorry for yapping like that, but I simply don’t know what do to, Lest. I can’t let it go and yet, I can’t find it in me to talk to her.” you muttered and your shoulders slouched in defeat.“Don’t worry about it. Cool down Y/N, breathe for me.” Lest calmed you with her low, purring voice and a gentle rub on your back and it worked wonders, of course. She really was the best at what she did and it was no wonder that she got booked by prominent clients from Topside more and more frequently these days. “Now, do you care to explain why you decided it was a good idea to start a fight with Sevika about the worst topic possible, mh?” she asked. You looked back at her confused before you shook your head in frustration. “F@ck Lest. She… hit a nerve. A real sore nerve. I’ve lost so many people to Shimmer and she justified it like it meant nothing! And… she was so f@ck@ng angry when she left…”Lest continued rubbing your back, gently. “I’m sorry for your loss, dove.” she replied with a comforting tone. “But you know, that Silco is the one accountable for that, at least in the first place…”“Yes, of course, but Sevika supports it! Enforces it for him! You know that, Lest!” you barked back. “D@mn it. We… it felt like we just had gotten a bit closer, you know? And then this happened.” you added. “We never should’ve crossed that line.” Your exhaustion laced your voice and your gaze fell on the ground before you. Lest took in your words for a moment, then she offered you a cigarette, which you took immediately. The both of you took a seat on her velvet, plum colored sofa.“Well, when is anything that simple down here, mh?” she stated sarcastically. Your eyes darted up and met hers. Lest continued: “Look, Y/N. For you, Shimmer is a curse. For Sevika, Shimmer is a weapon. For its users, it’s an escape. If you live down here, every path you choose is hard. You know that. Sevika works for a crime lord, selling a drug. We work at a brothel, selling our bodies. Most of us Zaunites have done or still do questionable things in order to survive. All I’m trying to say is… ” You finished her sentence for her. “… things are usually not just black and white.” with a low voice. Lest nodded. She had a point. But you still struggled to see the grey in between.“I suggest, you try to talk to her.” she added. “Properly, this time. And see if you can get past that.”You threw Lest a side eye. “Sevika isn’t exactly the type to talk things out…” your replied dryly.“If she really took an interest in you – which is pretty obvious, at least to me – she might come back around when she’s ready.” Lest tried to console you. “I don’t think she will come back here after this. At least not to my room. It was very clear that we were not on the same page regarding our values and morals…” you sighed as your words got stuck in your throat. You wished you could be more honest about all of it with Lest. About your stunts, about the true depth of your beliefs… how Sevika was literally hunting you… but you didn’t dare to share your secret.Lest chuckled, either unaware of or ignoring your inner conflict. “Well, in that case you could go to her. You know where to find her.” *** Later that night you found yourself turning restlessly in your small bed as the memories of the recent conversations you had replayed in your mind. The words of the man at the slum still ached. You had no intention of blaming its users for the damage that Shimmer had caused to their lives. You could understand what the feeling of being powerless, insignificant was like. That kind of pain was common to most Zaunites.Then Lest’s words echoed in your head. How you all shared the struggles of living in a place like Zaun, the only difference being the way of coping with them.Some of you escaped their harsh realities, Shimmer being the perfect substance as it made them feel strong and unbreakable at first. But it ultimately lead to the destruction of their very lives.Others, like Lest, used their talents and wits to dig their way out of the fissures, seeking for opportunities and connections in Piltover in hopes of creating a better future for themselves.Most of the people kept their heads down, tried their best to stay out of trouble. You were one of them, despite your charitable and rebellious tendencies. A troublemaker at heart, but too scared to actually pick a side. If change was what you wanted, you could’ve joined a resistance group like the Firelights. But you hadn’t.Then, there were those like Sevika, you figured. The ones that searched for a bigger purpose in the chaotic life they were thrown into and refused to let it defeat them. The ones who picked what appeared to be the most promising method in order to actively fight for what they believed in. And that kind of life didn’t leave space for moral consideration.   The Undercity was a dark place in more ways than one and it crept up to you that you may have judged Sevika … unfairly. Surely you refused to justify Silcos actions in any way. But putting her in the same corner as him suddenly didn’t seem right either. Her words echoed in your memories: “Sometimes you need to get your hands dirty in order to make a change.”In a place like Zaun, there was no easy way, no clean path to choose. Everyone, including you, had to make difficult decisions in order to get around. Or to find something more to hold on to than sheer survival. And just as desperation had led people to Shimmer, Sevika’s wish for a better future had led her to Silco. Beside it all, you still missed her. You couldn’t stop it, control it, shove it away. Your feelings for her had grown very fast and were very real at this point. As much as you feared she would trigger another fight with you on that delicate topic, the prospect of never seeing her again felt worse. She had sparked something in you that you refused to let got: The will to feel something after years of numbing loneliness. The fire of your joined pleasure. The flicker of hope.You knew d@mn well she was as stubborn as she was strong and would most likely not approach you. So, instead of brooding you would pull yourself together and pay her visit tomorrow night. *** Sevika took a deep draw at her cigarillo before she tightened the remaining screws on her improved mechanical arm. She was sitting alone in her usual booth left of the bar at the Last Drop. Various tools, metal pieces and a pierced shimmer vile lied spread on the table before her. Between groans of annoyance and several drinks, she had been able to fix the damage that her arm had taken from her recent encounter with someone who should’ve been dead. But as it turned out, Jinx’s sister was very much alive and in the Lanes, accompanied by an enforcer. Which would turn Jinx into even more of a ticking time bomb. Silco was already distracted by it, making the Sheriff block the bridge in order to get a hold of them, ignoring the effect it all had on trade routes, transports, deals and other matters that were more important than Jinx. Of course the chem barons were already complaining about the economic consequences, like the vultures they were. None of it was something, Sevika needed right now.She reached for her lighter when she accidentally found that tiny black feather in her pocket again. The one she had found attached to the gondola that had been covered in “Anti-Silco”-slurs by that little sh@t that had slipped through her fingers by an inch. She let out a growl at the memory of yet another weight on her shoulders. As she felt its soft fibers, she couldn’t help but think of you and the sh@t show that had taken place last week, tying in perfectly with everything else.Sevika sighed in frustration. It wasn’t like she expected you to understand her motivations. She didn’t expect anyone to, really. Which was one of the reasons she never let anyone close to her to begin with. And that argument with you was proof of her mistake. You were a mistake. She shook her head, scolding herself. How could she be so stupid, after all this  time? Letting her guard down, allowing you to get to her like that. Seemed like you were just another naïve idealist refusing to acknowledge the reality that you all lived in. Reminiscing Vander even though he had clearly failed the revolution. All that talk about hope, but when it came to actually facing the consequences of fight for it, you were just another windbag pointing your finger at her. Truth was, there was no morally pretty way to achieve the goal of an independent nation of Zaun. Vander was proof of that. Unlike you, she had learned that lesson a long time ago. She never should’ve allowed you to get so close to her. Even with her recently regained memory of you… which she would take to her grave. Her lips formed a thin line as her thoughts continued spiraling.She let the feather slip through her fingers and watched it slowly descend on the table with soft, playful whirls. And in that moment it crept back up. The feeling of missing you. Missing your doe eyes, staring up at her in awe. Your hands, so petite compared to hers. How you liked to throw your hair around when you got lost in the sound of your songs as you danced. Your soft lips. That tattoo that adorned your back. How you sensually swayed in the rhythm of the music. The way you made her feel things that she hadn’t felt for a decade.Getting into fights, navigating political agendas and taking risks used to give her satisfaction and it didn’t allow any space for sentimentality, softness or vulnerability. Instead the constant routine of cold calculations, brutal conflicts and enforcing domination had left her numb, indifferent and closed off emotionally. But ever since you had stepped into her life, she had noticed a shift inside of her. And she had allowed it to happen even though she knew the risks.Not just the risk of her making herself vulnerable, but also putting you in potential danger by being involved with her. In fact, she had talked to Babette at the Drop the other night and demanded that you wouldn’t get any more customers that had ties to Silco or her. For a price of course. Bribing Babette was easy, but Sevika was aware you would lose a lot of clients and money. It was a desperate attempt to keep you safe while she wasn’t there to protect you. But there was more to it. Something, that she refused to acknowledge: jealousy. Possessiveness. Even though she had no right to it. But she couldn’t help it. Even after that argument, even with all reasons she had collected in order to forget about you, she still couldn’t help that urge to stay close. To claim you. To have you.  But as much as she wanted to, she would not allow herself to see you again. She had had done it before and she would do it again, even though the thought of it made her stomach turn and she hated herself for it. You had made her weak. In her life there was no place for weakness. And this was her punishment for it. Now, she would have to do anything to get you out of her system.“Hey Sev, stop brooding! Want some company?” a sweet voice pulled Sevika out of her thoughts. Her eyes were met with that cute blonde she had scared away the other day. It was funny how they always came back for more, no matter how mean she was. She couldn’t remember her name or if she had f@ck@d her before… she probably had. Before you…Every fibre of Sevika’s body revolted at the idea of hanging or making out with that woman or any woman that wasn’t you. But she didn’t want to be that soft version you made her. She reminded herself of who she was and maybe, just maybe this woman would distract her enough to forget about you, at least for a couple of days. She nodded towards the girl that stood in front of her booth in a red mini dress, all nervous and excited to get on her lap. Sevika gave her a practiced but forced smug smirk. The girl melted like butter at the sight. Sevika was already disgusted by herself.Still, she tapped on her left thigh. “Come here, doll.”
  
  

    
      
        
        
          I feel like I found my flow again with the upcoming chapters, I don't know why but I couldn't make the last one work for me...As always I am more than grateful for your thoughts / comments!regarding the story: Buckle up because it’s going to get even messier from here on, this was just the warm up xD Romance in Zaun is tough:)'
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