#technically she’s a caitiff that got adopted by a volgirre

[kavalyera]

Departure is never an easy thing for both parties but Chiyo understands why Vivienne leaves in the end.

Or; Vivienne chooses her own happiness

(established relationship, any pronouns for Vivienne, vague descriptions of love, mostly Chiyo’s perspective because that’s how I roleplayed it with her player)

yeah so i let the demons take over have the last moments of vivienne in her chronicle before i put her ass on a plane to london (dont ask why i just really didnt know what city to put her in okay)

It’s no surprise to Chiyaki that Vivienne doesn’t want to stay in New York but it’s even more surprising that Vivienne does in fact leave. She hasn’t yet, but she will. Vivienne calls Chiyo at 7:28 PM and New York City is bustling with the life of kindred and kine, and Vivienne has never looked happier when she’s beside Chiyo in his car and they’re driving at the dead of night, talking about how the night is only warmer when they’re together or how pretty Chiyo takes pictures, or how to disarm a man in seconds.

(Chiyo looks at Vivienne as he’s driving. “I think I wanna leave this place.” She says. Their hand is on the steering wheel as they drive through the neon lit streets of New York in the night. “Start somewhere somewhat fresh, uproot myself from this… fuckin’ place.”

Chiyo blinks. “Leave?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

Vivienne’s lips press into a thin line as she looks away from Chiyo, then when the traffic light blinks red, they look over to Chiyaki. “This city has a tight hold on me, Chiyo. I would have left a long time ago.” Vivienne shifts in his seat before the car moves again.

It distresses Chiyo to know that Vivienne is leaving, and once Vivienne sets their mind on something, it will happen. There’s never been an instance of Vivienne not rethinking. Whatever decision it is, it will happen. Vivienne doesn’t make choices out of emotion, Chiyo knows that.

But still, Vivienne knows that Chiyo understands in a way.)

And of course, nothing lasts. Of course it never lasts. How dare they assume that anything at all lasts in this world? Nothing lasts, of course it doesn’t, time swallows everything eventually.

“So you’re not gonna stay here?” Chiyo’s voice comes off as softer, maybe even heartbroken—how could Vivienne leave like this? “Here in New York?” After she’s become a scourge?

But the truth is, Chiyo understands why she’s leaving. Why wouldn’t she? Anyone would leave in Vivienne’s circumstances, maybe a little earlier than she did but the only reason Vivienne has been chained to New York is because of everyone that’s wrapped their cold hands around their throat. The intensity of the kindred and kine in this city are beyond the thorned, twisting vines of politics and vague blood-connected ties. Everything is anchored, everyone is anchored.

Prince Patricia Connor’s dog, a weapon to be handled, a blade to be sharpened and held at the throats of adversaries to the Camarilla. And perhaps that’s why Vivienne is leaving—but truth be told, Chiyo knows why else they’re leaving just like this. Maybe it’s for her own good that Vivienne isn’t anchored down in New York where everything that’s made him the different person that she is now.

“No.” Vivienne replies. “I don’t think I can.”

Chiyo loves her, she really does. Vivienne knows she does. That’s why she’s letting them leave.

“Meet me in London, Chi?” Vivienne asks her.

“Yeah,” the slightest hint of a smile creeps on her lips. “yeah, I will.”

Vivienne holds her hand for a moment, her gaze soft as her eyes trail from Chiyo’s hand, to her face. It’s a Sunday, one in the morning. Vivienne has a flight to catch to London. Chiyo remains anchored to this city against her will. It’s okay.

Vivienne chooses her own happiness and for once, Chiyo can’t help but smile for her. For her cold, stoic love.

“Do you still have time to…” Chiyo’s voice trails off as Vivienne brings her palm to their lips, kissing the soft flesh there, eyes shut and a semblance of warmth seeping through Chiyo’s undead heart.

“Come with me to the airport?” Vivienne offers a last drive between them.

Chiyo looks at her like God’s graced her with his presence. “I’d love to.”

i was inspired to write this after i ate a really good fucking orange listening to xerces by deftones. anyways happy new years decided to write not-quite-doomed yuri also someone pls admire my post designing skills pretty please 🥺