Chapter 18
Ivy stood up suddenly, clapping her hands together with a grin. "Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm not wearing this to a party." She gestured to her torn, dirt-streaked clothes with exaggerated disdain.
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, glancing over Ivy's outfit. "You have a spare set of clothes?" she asked skeptically.
"Nope," Ivy said cheerfully, popping the 'p.' "But I've got a pretty neat talent in sewing."
"You can sew?" Vi asked, leaning back against the wall with her arms crossed, intrigued.
"Sure can. You don't grow up in the undercity without learning how to fix your own stuff. I could whip up something for all of us if you help," Ivy offered, brushing some dust off her hands.
"Alright, what do you need?" Vi asked, already pushing off the wall and cracking her knuckles.
"Fabric and a needle," Ivy said, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
Vi nodded. "I got that," she said confidently, heading toward the door. "Give me five."
"And you," Ivy said, pointing a finger at Caitlyn with a playful smirk. "Something to draw with."
Caitlyn blinked, caught off guard. "Something to draw with?"
"Yeah," Ivy said, already scanning the room as if searching for inspiration. "Unless you want me to wing it and risk you looking like a walking patchwork disaster."
Caitlyn huffed but pulled her bag off her shoulder and began rummaging through it. "I don't think this is exactly what you meant, but..." She pulled out a pencil and a folded map. "This is all I've got."
"That'll work!" Ivy said, snatching the pencil with a grin. "I knew you were resourceful, Princess."
"Don't call me that," Caitlyn muttered, though her tone lacked bite. She crossed her arms, watching Ivy drop to the floor and begin sketching directly on the back of the map.
A few minutes later, Vi returned, dumping an armful of mismatched fabric scraps and a battered sewing needle on the floor. "This is what I found. Think it'll do?"
Ivy looked at the pile, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, absolutely. You're a lifesaver, Vi."
Vi smirked. "I try. Just don't make me look like an idiot."
"Relax," Ivy said, waving her hand dismissively. "When I'm done, you'll both look amazing."
"Both?" Caitlyn asked cautiously, stepping closer.
"Of course," Ivy said, grinning up at her. "I can't have anyone dragging the fashion down."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at her lips. "This should be interesting."
"Trust me," Ivy said, already starting to sort through the fabric. "You'll be thanking me later. Now, let's get to work!"
Ivy knelt on the floor, her brow furrowed in concentration as she sketched designs on the back of the map. The pencil scratched faintly against the paper as she worked, starting with Vi's outfit. She drew a loose-fitted, buttoned shirt with rolled-up sleeves and a slightly tapered cut, paired with slim trousers. It was practical yet sharp, something Vi could move in but still look good wearing.
Satisfied, Ivy moved on to sketch her own design—a simple dress with an off the shoulder and subtle stitching details to make it stand out. She smirked, already imagining how it would look when finished.
Finally, she looked up at Caitlyn, who was watching her work with mild curiosity. "What'll it be, Princess?" Ivy asked, holding up the pencil.
Caitlyn hesitated, her arms crossed. "I'm not sure. Just... something functional."
"Functional?" Ivy asked, arching a brow. "We're going to a party, not a crime scene. You can loosen up a little, you know."
"I don't think that's necessary—" Caitlyn began, but Ivy cut her off, rolling her eyes.
"Fine, fine, I'll work my magic. Let's go with something that screams elegant but tough. Like you." Ivy grinned, already sketching.
Caitlyn blinked, caught off guard. "Elegant and Tough?"
"Don't let it go to your head," Ivy teased, adding some final details to the sketch—a fitted blazer-style top over a sleek skirt with high slits for ease of movement. "There. You'll look like a true Princess who could still take someone down in a fight."
Vi peeked over Ivy's shoulder and gave an approving nod. "Not bad. I wouldn't wear that though."
"Yeah, well, it's not for you," Ivy said, elbowing Vi playfully. She held up the sketches to Caitlyn. "What do you think?"
Caitlyn studied the drawing, a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. "It's... not bad."
"Not bad? Try amazing," Ivy said, gathering the scraps of fabric. "Alright, let's make these sketches reality."
Ivy sat cross-legged on the floor, fabric sprawled around her, her hands deftly working with the needle and thread. The rhythmic motions of sewing seemed to put her in a trance-like focus as she brought her designs to life. The dim light in the room cast shadows across her determined face, highlighting the furrow in her brow as she worked.
Vi and Caitlyn sat a short distance away, engaged in a low conversation but frequently glancing at Ivy.
"She's really into it," Vi murmured, leaning back on her hands, a smirk playing on her lips.
Caitlyn nodded, watching Ivy work. "It's impressive. I didn't think she'd be this skilled. She's... resourceful."
"That's one way to put it," Vi said with a chuckle. "She's got that stubborn streak where she won't stop until she's done it perfectly."
Caitlyn smiled faintly, her gaze softening. "It's admirable."
Ivy didn't seem to notice their conversation, fully engrossed in her task. She had already completed her own dress despite its rushed assembly. Satisfied with the result, she set it aside and immediately moved on to Vi's outfit, measuring and cutting the fabric with quick, precise motions.
"Alright, Vi, try not to rip this one to shreds when you eventually start punching people," Ivy called out, not even looking up from her work.
Vi grinned. "No promises."
"And you," Ivy added, glancing briefly at Caitlyn, "I know you know how to handle a little glam, Pilty."
Caitlyn raised a brow. "Thank you?"
As the minutes ticked, Ivy's focus never wavered. She worked tirelessly, her needle darting through fabric as she stitched Vi's shirt and trousers, then moved on to Caitlyn's tailored ensemble. By the time she was finished, the makeshift sewing corner looked like a war zone of loose threads and fabric scraps. Ivy finally leaned back, stretching her arms over her head with a groan of relief.
"Done," she announced triumphantly, holding up the finished pieces for Vi and Caitlyn to see. "Try not to get them dirty right away, alright?"
Vi and Caitlyn exchanged amused glances before standing up to inspect their outfits, impressed by the transformation of Ivy's sketches into tangible, stylish clothing.
Ivy stood in front of a dusty, cracked mirror propped against the wall, her reflection shimmering in the soft, ambient light of the candles lit outside. The dress she had made was nothing short of stunning—a blend of rustic charm and effortless elegance. She brushed her hand over the fabric, feeling the smooth, flowing layers and the structured bodice that accentuated her form. The white off-shoulder design was romantic and airy, with the earthy tones of the skirt complementing the top. The asymmetrical drape added a touch of individuality, while the corset she already had brought strength to the waists otherwise soft silhouette.
A rare, genuine smile crossed her face as she took in the finished work, a testament to her creativity and skill.
The design she had crafted hugged her figure in just the right way, with sharp lines and subtle draping that gave her an edge while still feeling elegant. She brushed her hands through her hair, biting her lip at the reflection, but for once, she allowed herself to feel a little pride in her work. It wasn't often she allowed herself to feel this sense of accomplishment, but in that moment, she did.
The creak of the door pulled her attention. She turned to see Vi and Caitlyn stepping back into the room, both in their new outfits.
Vi looked uncharacteristically polished, wearing a semi-loose buttoned shirt tucked into tailored trousers that still carried her rugged charm but with a touch of refinement. She ran a hand through her short hair, smirking as she leaned against the doorframe. "Not bad, Ivy. Not bad at all."
Caitlyn, on the other hand, looked every bit the elegant enforcer, her ensemble perfectly tailored to her tall, poised frame. The fabric complemented her sharp features, and the minimalistic design gave her a sophisticated air. She walked in with her usual confidence, but her eyes betrayed her surprise and gratitude as she looked at Ivy.
"This is incredible," Caitlyn said, running her hands over the seams. "You really are talented."
Ivy smirked, crossing her arms. "Well, obviously. You're welcome, by the way."
Vi straightened, giving a playful spin to show off. "I'll admit, I feel pretty good in this. Just hope it's tough enough for when things inevitably go sideways."
"It's not armor, Vi," Ivy teased, rolling her eyes.
Caitlyn gave Ivy a once-over, her gaze lingering a bit longer than expected. "And you look... stunning," she said softly, a rare smile tugging at her lips.
Ivy faltered for a moment, caught off guard by the compliment as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. She quickly recovered, brushing it off with a playful grin. "Thank you. Well, someone has to be the best-dressed here."
The three of them shared a light laugh before Vi gestured toward the door. "Alright, we've got the looks. Let's see what this party is all about."
Ivy nodded, taking one last glance at the mirror before following them out, her heart unexpectedly light as they walked into the lively hum of the sanctuary.
The three of them descended the great tree, their footsteps blending into the ambient hum of the lively celebration below. As they stepped into the heart of the Firelight sanctuary, the atmosphere enveloped them—a sea of warm, glowing lights strung across the area, casting golden hues over the bustling gathering. The energy was infectious, radiating life and joy that felt almost out of place in a world so often consumed by conflict.
People stood in groups, talking and laughing, their voices mingling with the rhythmic beats of the music that filled the air. Cups clinked as friends toasted to the night, their faces bright with the rare delight of a peaceful moment. In the center of it all, a large fire blazed, its flames flickering against the cool night. Around it, people danced to the beat of the music, their movements uninhibited and carefree.
A small group of musicians provided the pulse for the party. A girl with a rich, soulful voice sang from her heart, each word captivating the crowd. Beside her, a boy expertly worked the drums, his beats steady and grounding, while another played the guitar with a mix of precision and passion. The music seemed to wrap around everyone, drawing them in, making even the most stoic sway slightly to the rhythm.
Vi nudged Ivy as they stepped into the throng. "Well, they know how to throw a party," she said with a smirk, her eyes scanning the dancing crowd.
Ivy grinned back, letting the energy seep into her. "They've got the right idea. Let's enjoy it while we can."
Caitlyn, ever reserved, hesitated a moment before stepping forward, her gaze lingering on the fire and the joy it inspired in those around it. She glanced over at Ivy, catching her relaxed demeanor for once, and let a small smile creep across her face.
"Come on, Cait. This might be the only fun we get for a while," Vi teased, already starting to move toward the fire, her usual bravado mixing with curiosity.
Ivy followed close behind, her dress swishing as she walked. She couldn't help but feel a small, unexpected warmth in her chest. Maybe, just maybe, there was room for moments like this, even in a world so torn.
The music picked up pace, and Ivy found herself spinning and swaying with the crowd around the fire. She laughed as Vi pulled her into a playful twirl, the two of them joining the others in an uncoordinated but lively rhythm. Ivy's dress moved with her, catching the firelight in a way that made her look almost otherworldly. Her carefree smile and laughter were contagious, drawing more people into the circle.
Vi leaned in, grinning. "Didn't think you'd be the type to let loose like this."
Ivy laughed. "Guess you're rubbing off on me."
But as Ivy spun around again, she caught a glimpse of Caitlyn sitting alone on a bench, her posture straight, legs crossed, and an unreadable expression on her face. Despite the music and laughter around her, Caitlyn seemed entirely in her own world, watching the others without any intention of joining in. Their eyes met for a brief second before Caitlyn looked away, feigning interest in something else.
Ivy shook her head, her smile softening. She patted Vi's shoulder. "I'll be right back."
Vi raised a brow but nodded, already turning back to the fire and the crowd.
Ivy made her way toward Caitlyn, her boots crunching softly against the ground. She stopped in front of her, hands on her hips, a teasing smile on her lips.
"Alright, princess," Ivy said, her tone light. "What's the deal? You gonna sit here all night looking like someone stole your favorite book, or are you gonna come join us?"
Caitlyn blinked, caught off guard. "I'm fine here," she said, gesturing vaguely to her spot on the bench. "Someone should stay on watch, just in case."
"Uh-huh," Ivy said, raising a brow. "Or maybe you're just scared to have a little fun."
"I'm not scared," Caitlyn retorted, her tone defensive but her cheeks faintly pink. "I just don't see the point in making a fool of myself."
Ivy chuckled, crossing her arms. "Cait, we're in the middle of a sanctuary surrounded by people who are actually smiling for once. No one's judging you here. Least of all me."
Caitlyn hesitated, glancing over at the fire where Vi was now goofily trying to out-dance one of the kids. She sighed and looked back at Ivy. "I'm just... not very good at that sort of thing."
Ivy rolled her eyes playfully and held out her hand. "Come on. I'll show you. No one's watching, and even if they were, who cares? Life's too short to sit on the sidelines."
Caitlyn hesitated again but finally reached out, letting Ivy pull her to her feet. "Alright, fine," she muttered. "But if I make a fool of myself, it's your fault."
Ivy grinned. "Deal."
She tugged Caitlyn toward the fire, their hands still clasped, and as they reached the edge of the dancing crowd, Ivy spun her around. Caitlyn stumbled slightly but found herself smiling despite it. The music swelled, and for the first time in a long while, she let herself relax, following Ivy's lead into the chaotic, joyful rhythm of the night. The two danced together. Ivy couldn't help but smile wider as Caitlyn's laughter filled the air, the sound soft and genuine. Caitlyn's awkwardness was endearing, her gaze focused on her feet as if she were trying to figure out the rhythm with every step. But Ivy noticed something different in that moment—how Caitlyn's usual composed and confident demeanor slipped away, replaced by something more relaxed, more real.
As Caitlyn tried to step in sync with the music, her foot stepped on Ivy's, and she immediately winced, apologizing, "Sorry!" Her cheeks flushed, and she shot Ivy an embarrassed look. But Ivy, with her easy grin, just laughed and shook her head.
"You're good," Ivy reassured her, her voice light.
The firelight flickered around them, casting a warm glow on Caitlyn's face. Ivy couldn't help but notice the small gap between her teeth, something she hadn't paid attention to before. It was a small thing, a detail many might overlook, but in that moment, it made Caitlyn seem more real, more human. The light made her face glow in the most unguarded way Ivy had seen, and she felt her chest tighten for reasons she couldn't quite explain.
As Caitlyn's hair fell in front of her face with another quick movement, Ivy reached out instinctively to brush it back, her hand lingering near Caitlyn's cheek for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Caitlyn's laugh echoed through the space, and for just a second, Ivy forgot about everything else—their mission, the dangers of the world, and even the little battles they'd fought up until now.
It was just the two of them in that moment, dancing under the flickering firelight, both of them awkwardly but comfortably in the other's presence. The laughter felt like freedom, like something worth cherishing for a while longer.
"You know," Ivy said playfully, still grinning, "you're not half bad at this."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she still looked down at their feet. "Thanks, I think."
"I think you're getting the hang of it," Ivy added, her tone softening as she caught Caitlyn's gaze. "It's nice to see you relax, Caitlyn."
Caitlyn blinked, a moment of silence hanging between them. Then she gave a small shrug. "I guess I needed this. A little distraction from everything."
"Everyone does." Ivy's voice was quieter now, her gaze steady. She didn't realize until she spoke that she had meant it, her words filled with sincerity. "A little peace. A little fun. You deserve it."
Caitlyn looked at her then, her eyes soft, and for the first time, Ivy saw a glimpse of something more in her—the weight of the world lifting for just a moment. The flickering firelight made the atmosphere feel intimate, and it was like everything else faded away, leaving only them.
"Thank you," Caitlyn said quietly squeezing Ivy's hands. It wasn't just for the dancing, or the moment, or the little distraction Ivy had given her. It was something deeper, something Ivy could feel in the air between them.
Ivy nodded, her expression more tender than usual. "Anytime, Cait."
And for that moment, with the fire dancing at their feet and the music swirling around them, Ivy realized how much she had changed too—how she had allowed herself to be part of this world of fleeting moments and simple joys. She was here, with Caitlyn, and that felt like enough for now.
Authors Note:
Happy New Years to everyone! I hope you all ate your green grapes ;)