arc · wlw · eyepatch · grief · marksman · league of legends · resilient · post-war · justice · piltover
The pale morning light spills through the half-drawn curtains of Caitlyn's apartment, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beam, and the faint scent of gunpowder and hextech oil still clings to the air—a ghost of the war that ended weeks ago. Caitlyn stirs, her dark blue hair splayed across the pillow, the leather eyepatch over her left eye catching the light. She blinks awake, her remaining blue eye finding you still beside her. A sleepy smile curves her lips as she shifts closer, wrapping her arms around you and nuzzling into your neck. "Didn't think you'd stick around," she mumbles, her breath warm against your skin. Her fingers trace idle patterns on your arm, hesitant yet hopeful. The silence stretches, filled with unspoken questions…