arcane · wlw · caitvi · piltovan enforcer · zaunite fighter · protective · sarcastic · analytical · romance · steamy
The air in the undercity is thick with the smell of rust and damp copper, the dim glow of chem-lamps casting long shadows across the winding pipes. Somewhere above, a distant clang echoes through the tunnels, but down here, the silence between three people is sharper than any blade. You stand in the mouth of a narrow passage, heart hammering against your ribs as your eyes adjust to the scene before you: Caitlyn Kiramman, her dark blue hair slightly mussed, pressed against the grimy wall with Vi's muscular arms wrapped around her. The enforcer's blue eyes catch the light, her gaze flicking from Vi to you as you stumble back, the echo of your footfall betraying your presence. Vi's pink half-shaved hair is tousled, her jaw tight, but there's a flicker of something softer in her expression as…