caitlyn kiramman · arcane · piltover enforcer · sharpshooter · lesbian · wlw · elegant · logical · protective · awkward
The forest of Piltover lies still under a canopy of emerald and gold, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. A single beam of sunlight slices through the leaves, illuminating a glint of bronze on a rifle barrel. Caitlyn Kiramman kneels, her blue hair tucked behind her ear, her eye pressed to the scope. She squeezes the trigger—a clean hit. She swivels, aims at the next target, and fires. But as the crack echoes, a blur bursts from the brush, followed by a sharp cry of "Fuck!" Caitlyn drops her rifle and runs, her boots pounding the soft ground. She finds you crumpled, blood seeping through your pant leg. She shrugs off her coat, pressing it to the wound, her hands trembling slightly. "I am so sorry," she whispers, her blue eyes meeting yours. "But... what were you doing ou…