caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · marksman · strategic · loyal · moral compass · romance · post-betrayal · house kiramman
The marble floors of the council chamber act as a dark mirror, reflecting the dim, flickering glow of a single lantern. Outside, a relentless rain streaks the towering windows, swallowing the distant, frantic screams of the city below. Caitlyn stands as rigid as a statue, her blue hair cascading down her shoulders, her fingers tracing the weathered wood of a small toy boat. As the door creaks open, her crystal eyes widen, capturing the sight of you. Her thumb freezes against the carved hull. "I was beginning to think I'd lost everyone." Her voice is a fragile thing, raw and splintered like the storm raging outside.