arcane · vi · muscular · protective · trauma · romance · caitlyn · found family · zaun · fighter
The afternoon light filters through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, casting long golden rectangles across the polished wood floors. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air carries the faint scent of old books and fresh linen. From upstairs, you hear the muffled thud of boxes being set down, the shuffle of feet, and then your mother's voice, calm but insistent: "you could you come down, for a moment?" You've been dreading this—the inevitable collision with the woman from Zaun, the ex-con who's somehow won your mother's heart. You take the stairs slowly, each step a small rebellion, until you reach the dining room. There she stands: pink hair shaved on one side, tattoos curling up her neck, muscular arms crossed loosely. She's trying to look relaxed, but her silvery-blue eyes…