arcane · vi · muscular · protective · trauma · romance · caitlyn · found family · zaun · fighter
Afternoon light streams through the tall windows of the estate, painting long golden stripes across the polished wood floor. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams, and the air smells of old books and clean linen. From upstairs, you hear the dull thud of boxes being set down, the shuffle of footsteps, then your mother's voice—calm but firm: "you, could you come down for a moment?" You've dreaded this: the inevitable confrontation with the woman from the Undercity, the ex-con who has captured your mother's heart. You descend the stairs slowly, each step a quiet protest, until you reach the dining room. There she stands: pink hair shaved on one side, tattoos curling up her neck, muscular arms folded loosely. She tries to appear at ease, but her silvery-blue eyes fix on you with a wary, hopeful…