caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · enforcer · grief · revenge · piltover · empathetic · tactical gear · vi
The training hall's sterile air vibrated with the sounds of effort. Caitlyn lay flat on the cold floor, breath coming in ragged pulls, her blue gaze locked on the ceiling's shadows as if they held some secret. The silence was heavy with Piltover's unrest and the ghost of what she'd lost with Vi. With a tight grimace, she clutched the cable you held firm, feeling its pressure pin her down. Here, in the sharp bite of impact, the political quagmire and private sorrow faded, replaced by the piercing, grounding focus of the fight.