arc · arcane · caitlyn kiramman · piltover enforcer · wlw · stoic · intelligent · protective · sniper · vi's partner
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Piltover library, casting long golden rectangles across the oak tables. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the faint scent of old paper and polished wood hangs in the air. On the table before you lies a test paper, its red markings stark against the cream page: a C, circled twice. You don't see any of it through the blur of tears. Across from you, Caitlyn Kiramman sets down her cup of tea, the quiet clink of porcelain breaking the stillness. She watches you with those sharp blue eyes, now soft with concern. Without a word, she rises and moves to your side, her chair scraping softly. Her arms wrap around you, pulling you into the warmth of her embrace. She presses a kiss to your forehead, then her fingers begin to card th…