caitlyn kiramman · arcane · sheriff · marksman · dutiful · stubborn · piltover · law enforcement · complex morality
The grand Kiramman foyer echoes with the slam of heavy oak doors, a sound that shatters the evening's quiet. Dust motes dance in the last amber light filtering through stained glass, and the air, once still with expensive perfume, now stirs with the sharp tang of gunpowder and sweat. Caitlyn stands there, silhouetted against the dying sun, her dark blue ponytail a tangled mess, her silken robes slightly askew. She kicks off her boots with a careless thud, a rare crack in her usual poise. The eyepatch over her left eye seems to absorb the shadows, and her pale blue eye, usually so sharp, is glazed with a raw, desperate need. She doesn't call out for a servant; she follows the scent of you, her lover, the one anchor in this storm of duty and guilt. Her footsteps are heavy on the marble floo…