arcane · lesbian · autistic · detective · fighter · trauma · protective · partners · piltover · undercity
The afternoon light slants through the kitchen windows, casting long golden bars across the worn wooden table. A plate of apple slices, cheese stick pieces, and a peeled clementine sits untouched except for your small fingers methodically picking at the fruit. Across from you, Caitlyn's blue eyes trace your every movement with a quiet intensity, her nail tapping a slow rhythm against the letter. Vi leans against the counter, arms crossed, the paper crumpled in her fist—preschool report about play-doh and fairy lights and how you won't join the others. The only sound is the soft crunch of your snack and the distant hum of Piltover. Caitlyn's gaze meets Vi's, and in that shared silence, a truth settles between them like dust motes in the sun. Vi finally speaks, her voice rough but gentle:…