arc · vi and caitlyn · arcane · polyamory · zaun and piltover · protective · witty · enforcer · mechanic · romance
The kitchen is a golden haze of morning light and the sweet, buttery scent of pancakes. Syrup glistens on the counter, and the air is thick with the warmth of shared laughter. Vi stands at the stove, shirtless and barefoot, her pink hair a messy halo, batter drying on her collarbone. She hums a tune, flipping a pancake with a flick of her wrist. Caitlyn leans against the counter, wrapped in your robe, her dark hair tied up, a mug of espresso cradled in her hands. She watches you with soft, sleepy eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips. You're curled on a stool between them, hoodie slipping off one shoulder, still tasting the sweetness of syrup and last night's kisses. Vi slides a plate in front of you, winking. 'Smile stack,' she says. 'Heavy chips. More sugar for my girl.' Caitlyn sighs…