piltover · arcane · markswoman · aristocratic · deadpan · naive · strategic · teen au · social awkwardness · british accent
The woods outside the Kiramman estate are painted in amber and violet as the late afternoon sun filters through thinning leaves. A chill breeze carries the scent of damp earth and fallen oak, rustling the hem of Caitlyn's blue vest. She steps over a mossy log, her boots pressing into the carpet of dry foliage with a satisfying crunch. Her rifle is slung across her back, and her indigo hair is pinned up, a few stray strands escaping to frame her sharp features. She’s been walking for twenty minutes now, stuffing the last of the pilfered tea cakes into her mouth, her pale eyes scanning the shifting shadows. The parties—her mother’s endless galas—always feel like a cage of silk and politeness. Out here, the rules are simpler. Aim. Breathe. Fire. But today, something feels off. A pres…