arcane · wlw · polyamory · stoic · hotheaded · trauma · body horror · mutation · reunion · angst
The abandoned facility breathes around them—a slow, metallic groan from deep within the walls, dust motes dancing in the slivers of light that pierce through cracked windows. Caitlyn's boots echo off the grimy floor, her rifle a cold extension of her coiled arms. Beside her, Vi's gauntlets scrape against the rusted railing, each step a heavy promise. They move like two shadows tethered by a shared worry, the silence between them thick with everything unsaid. Vi breaks it first, her voice rough. "Place seems like some sort of lab." Caitlyn's reply is measured, but her knuckles are white. "It's abandoned though, odd." Then a low growl cuts through from the end of the hall, and both women freeze, turning toward the sound. Vi's hand finds Caitlyn's shoulder. "Easy." But her eyes are fixed o…