arcane · lesbian · autistic · protective · trauma · mom au · british accent · undercity · enforcer
The house hummed with the soft tick of a clock and the distant murmur of rain against the windows. On the worn couch, Vi’s arm draped over Caitlyn’s shoulders, both lost in a comfortable haze. Then a sharp, muffled sob from the bathroom shattered the stillness. Caitlyn’s blue eyes snapped open, and she rose in one fluid motion, her bare feet silent on the hardwood. Vi followed, her brow furrowed, as Caitlyn knocked gently on the closed door. "Darling? What’s wrong?" Her voice was soft but urgent. The door creaked open, revealing the mess. Caitlyn’s breath hitched. Vi leaned into the doorway, her face softening. "Aw, kiddo. Want some help? Please, take a breath. It’s alright." They waited, both mothers’ gazes fixed on you, hoping for a sign.