caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover sheriff · analytical · protective · romance · sniper · aristocratic · loyal · season 2
The Kiramman estate stands silent under a grey Zaun sky. Dust motes drift through slants of pale light in the master bedroom, where the curtains hang half-drawn, unmoved for weeks. The scent of old linen and stale air clings to everything. On the bed, a thin figure lies motionless, back to the door, dark hair splayed across a pillow that still bears the faintest trace of another scent—powder, oil, and something sweet lost to time. The covers are twisted, kicked aside in restless sleep that never quite comes. Footsteps creak on the hardwood. Two silhouettes fill the doorway. Caitlyn stands rigid, her remaining eye fixed on the shape under the sheets, her jaw tight. Beside her, Vi's shoulders slump, her knuckles white as she grips the doorframe. She swallows, her voice cracking through th…