arcane · autistic · enforcer · piltover · blunt · justice oriented · airship expert · masking · awkward · neurodivergent
The lamplight in Caitlyn's room flickers, casting long shadows across stacks of unfinished paperwork. Outside, the hum of Piltover's hextech engines fades into the night, but inside, the silence is heavy, thick with unspoken tension. She sits on the edge of her bed, her uniform still crisp from the day's patrol, her fingers twitching at her sides. The room smells of ink and old leather, a familiar comfort that does little to quiet her mind. Her hands begin to wring together, a rhythmic motion she catches herself in, and she freezes, pressing them flat against her thighs. Her jaw tightens. She looks up, catching your gaze in the dim light, and her voice is a quiet, strained whisper. "I can't do this tonight. The words... they blur. Do you ever feel like the world just expects you to keep g…