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Steam curled up from the metal coffee mug emblazoned with the Kiramman family crest. She gazed out the window, taking a sip of her lavender latte, staring at the, “Zaun Brothers, Inc” moving truck in front of the house across the street. Pressing her lips together, she decided it was high time to wake up her daughter for school, as if the little one wasn't already dressed and brushing her teeth. Having a precocious 8 year old as a single mom had its perks.. And its downfalls. Taking the last sip, she walked down the hallway to her daughter's room.
Click Clack Click
“Cassie my love! Ready for school today?”
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The familiar rumble of the engine revved into the culdesac behind the flashy red motorcycle. Two bumbling brothers of hers parked the truck in her driveway then started unloading it, nearly smashing her dresser into the garage wall.
“WATCH IT! DUDE I JUST BOUGHT NEW SHIT FOR THIS HOUSE!” only brought laughs and chortles from the boys bringing her furniture in. She looked out at the 3 other houses around her, another for sale, one with drab beige and an unkempt lawn and the one catty-corner to hers. A beautiful slate gray with white dollhouse trim and a neatly manicured lawn with a bit of a child's play structure peeking over the back fence. Various flowers lined the window boxes: irises, roses and.. she squinted closer. Violets. Well isn't that interesting.
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If nothing else, Caitlyn Iris Kiramman knew she was the daughter of a very wealthy family. Her house was at least twice the size of the others on the court, lovingly paid for in cash by her parents after they refused to let her pay it with the remainder of the divorce and custody proceedings. She'd been smart enough to have Maddie whisked in under the guidance of some lawyer who gave a half-assed attempt at custody on weekends and Wednesdays, which Maddie sullenly agreed to, as well as no refutes to the prenup the two signed before they'd wed. So she'd chosen to spend the money turning the once drab house into a vibrant and warm home, complete with a miniature castle playset in the backyard for Cassie. The same couldn't be said for Maddie, who'd wound up in a shabby apartment with two bedrooms - just big enough to take Cassie on Wednesday nights. A familiar, albeit passive aggressive honk from the driveway broke Caitlyn's reverie, seeing Cassie honking the horn of her best friend's mom's van. A very exhausted, but content looking Mel stared at the window where Caitlyn was currently stifling a laugh into a cup of tea. The girls giggled and jumped out of the van as Caitlyn unlocked the door, Cassie giggling.
“Momma, momma. Can Callista stay over tonight?”
“Hmm, I'm not sure darling. Let me talk to Mel?” and off the girls went, ditching their backpacks in the entryway to beeline for the backyard playset. Caitlyn blew a lock of hair from her eyes where it had come undone from the ponytail she'd thrown it up in that afternoon.
“Ms. Medarda, I do believe our girls have gotten along as famously as we'd predicted?”
Mel snorted in response. “Yes we do have Cass to blame for the bruises on ‘Vika and Lest. She convinced them to take her and Callie to the shooting range.” Caitlyn winced in sympathy, knowing the guns her daughter favored handled a bit heavily when shot.
“Yes well.. I guess Cassandra takes to her Momma, luckily.. Though I'm not sure how lucky Lest and Sevika feel at the moment.” Caitlyn murmured sympathetically, watching Mel's eyes dance mirthfully.
“Relax Cait. It's bruises. Nothing that two big girls can't handle. And damn if they aren't big.”
Caitlyn flushed at her wording, smacking her friend on the shoulder. “Mel Medarda! Have some class, will you!” Mel laughed.
“I have a duffel with Callie's essentials or we can take Cass for the night. Whichever you'd prefer, hon.”
Caitlyn contemplated it before a soft, “You know.. Do you mind taking Cassie tonight..? I'd enjoy a bit of peace and quiet.” Mel nodded, stepping out of the car to hug her friend lovingly, then bracing her hands on Caitlyn's shoulders.
“You know Cassie is always welcome with us. Whenever you need a break, call. Yeah? We'll take her.” Caitlyn smiled thankfully, nodding as she gave her friend one last hug before going in to wrangle the two girls who'd dressed in boas and fairy wings in the backyard.
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Violet Vanderson stared at the house across from her. Currently she'd set Powder to work hanging up wallpaper and painting whatever walls she wanted with the colors Vi gave her (a deep broody crimson, a soft cream and a nice sage green) before she adjusted her furniture accordingly. The house across from her was absolutely massive, and that was an understatement. It had to have at least 4 stories above ground, and from the windows Vi had counted over her current whiskey neat, at least 6 bedrooms. She scoffed, looking around at her modest 3 bedroom, and even that seemed like too much. Pow agreed to move in with her since dorms were stupid expensive at Piltover University, and she only lived about a 13 minute drive from the campus. She sighed, then looked around, impressed. The kitchen was painted with the cream, small sage accents and cabinets surrounding the various pieces of cookware yet to be unpacked. Her bedroom had been covered in the crimson and Powder's room in the cream to, “be easier to cover later with fun colors,” whatever that meant to her sister. The guest room was done in a half wall style with the cream and sage, a nice contrast. Vi piqued an eyebrow.
“Nice job Pow-Pow, looks great in here!”
Her sister energetically poked her head out of the guest bathroom.
“Thanks! I'm gonna do the bathrooms all in cream. This is my last one.” The flash of blue braids disappeared into the bathroom again, and Vi chuckled to herself. Setting down her liquor, she started carefully unpacking her kitchen, ensuring not to touch the wet paint of the cabinet fronts as she unloaded. She sighed, knowing she'd sleep on an air mattress for just one more night. Grabbing the last of her whiskey, she downed the last bit with a pleasurable burn in her stomach before grabbing her keys and tossing a helmet vaguely in the direction of the vaguely eldritch horror residing with her.
“Lesgo, Pow. We need groceries.”
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Caitlyn watched from her window as two people stumbled out of the house laughing. A tall, lanky and thin girl with long flowing bright blue braids and a… oh dear. Muscular, shorter girl with a half shave mullet haircut in a beautiful fuscia, cascading down her back where bits of a black steampunk-esque tattoo sprawled across her arms under her tank top. Does that go all the way down her back- CAITLYN KIRAMMAN. SHE'S MUCH TOO YOUNG FOR YOU. Caitlyn shook her head quickly, clearing the thoughts from her mind as the two characters boarded a sleek red motorcycle and drove off. She has a girlfriend anyway, Caitlyn. Simmer down. She slowly slid off her robe and into the tub, the steaming water easing the tightness in her joints. She took a sip of her very expensive Ionian wine her father had left as a birthday present a few months prior. She took a gander at Hexstagram only to see.. My goodness. The biker. Tagged by location, she curiously opened the profile. Violet Vanderson, 24. She/Her. Tattoo Artist/Piercer. Caitlyn's curiosity got the better of her. She began scrolling, mainly seeing gym thirst traps that definitely did not make her blush, and many pictures with the blue haired girl, who she discovered was a popular gaming streamer. Caitlyn sighed and clicked off her phone, the realisation that someone her age could not compare to someone with millions of followers. Guess I'll bake some cookies, introduce myself and be cordial, then.
The following morning, Caitlyn rose early to bake Cassie's favorite - monster cookies. Ground oats, chocolate chips, MnM candies all rolled together then smashed into cookie-esque shapes. She popped them in the oven alongside some white chocolate butterscotch sugar cookies and got dressed in record time. Her eyebrows raised seeing a small orange VW beetle pull up and a darker-skinned man with dreads and a white hourglass tattoo get out, only to kiss the blue braided girl. She stifled a confused sound before taking the cookies out and arranging a few of each type on a platter, then walked out. The beetle drove off with both passengers as she approached the pinkette.
“Um, hello? My name is Caitlyn, I live-”
“Yes, in the fucking mansion across the street? Hadn't noticed.” came the snarky and indignant reply.
“Well aren't you charming.” came spewing out of Caitlyn before she could think and fuschia whipped across her vision and she was met with nearly gray-blue eyes that quickly softened, then blazed as they took her in.
“I'm sorry, I'm not- Not good with new folks. Especially not trust fund kids. No offense.”
“Offense already taken, but I appreciate the apology.” Caitlyn held her hand not holding the cookie platter out. “Caitlyn. My daughter is at school currently, but her name is Cassandra, but usually known as Cass or Cassie. Oh, I baked some cookies. These are Cassie's favorite, monster cookies. And these are white chocolate butterscotch.”
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“Oh. Um. Thanks.” Vi swallowed hard, feeling like there was gravel in her throat. Nice going, fuckup. She carefully reached for the platter, taking it and setting it down on a small table in the garage before brushing her hands off on her jeans to rid them of grime and sweat. “Vi, Violet Vanderson. My sister, the blue haired one? That's Powder.”
Caitlyn had a look Vi couldn't quite read before, “your.. sister.” Vi nodded in confusion but shrugged it off. Damn that piltie accent was attractive. What was she, two times Vi's age? Delicious- WAIT. WHAT. Vi pressed her lips together. “I'd invite you inside but we'd literally watch paint dry.”
“Oh, in that case, come! I just made some lemonade too.” Vi nodded, awkwardly following the limber lady in front of her. She was tall, long flowy deep blue hair in a soft braid down her back. She had a looser black sweater tucked into ripped skinny jeans with a pair of nice ankle boots that clacked against the road with every step. Vi swallowed hard, suddenly self conscious of her dirty coveralls and black wife beater. She grabbed the cookie tray, much to Caitlyn's satisfaction. To the mansion we go, Vi thought, gazing at the monstrosity ahead.