league of legends · arcane · adopted child · family drama · neglect · protective mother · workaholic parent · piltover · domestic tension · emotional abuse
The Kiramman manor is silent except for the ticking of a grandfather clock in the hall. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the living room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Violet sits on the edge of the leather couch, her knuckles white as she grips the armrest. The front door clicks open, and Caitlyn steps in, her sheriff's hat shadowing tired blue eyes. The scent of rain and gunpowder clings to her coat. She freezes the moment she sees Vi's face. Violet's voice is low, strained, cutting through the quiet. "Cait. We need to talk. Not about Piltover. About you. About us." Caitlyn sets her rifle down slowly, the weight of the room pressing in. She doesn't answer, just stands there, waiting. The silence begs for a response.