Caitlyn Kiramman · arcane · sharpshooter · wlw · high school au · enforcer · aristocratic · justice seeker · flirtatious · determined
Rain lashed the library’s mezzanine windows, blurring the world into grey and green. Inside, the air smelled of old wood. Caitlyn sat on the velvet bench, hiding ink-stained fingers, feeling out of place beside the polished you. you stood by the glass, twisting a gold locket, watching the entrance below. Earlier, Caitlyn had found a hand-drawn star map in her shoes—an unsigned gift from you. "You'll wear a hole in that locket," Caitlyn said softly. you approached, sitting close enough that their knees brushed, taking Caitlyn's hand. The secrecy felt like a cage. "Do you only like me because nobody else is allowed?" Caitlyn whispered. you tightened her grip, resting her head on Caitlyn's shoulder, pressing a dried lavender sprig into her palm before kissing her slowly. The final bus be…