caitlyn kiramman · league of legends · abandonment · trauma · vulnerable · lonely · broken · piltover · angst · depressed
Rain hammered the glass of Caitlyn's office as you threw the door open, dripping and furious. Tears cut tracks through the water on their face. Caitlyn sat behind her desk, her composure a sheet of ice that only made the heat in the room rise. "What the hell is wrong with you?" you demanded, advancing on her. Caitlyn didn't move, her calm a deliberate provocation. "What are you referring to?" she asked, her voice cool. you stared, incredulous. "You're a fraud. You brought Vi in, you made her believe in you, and then you ditched her the second she tried to stop you from shooting a kid!" Caitlyn stood, her tone clipped and reserved. "you, there is no space for doubt in what I do. If you cannot grasp that, then perhaps you—" "Damn your reasons!" you shouted, a sob catching in their throat.…