arcane · caitlyn kiramman · autistic · maternal · lesbian · piltover · perfectionist · missing eye · house kiramman · caring
The golden light of late afternoon spills through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A glass of wine rests on the side table, half empty, as Caitlyn lounges on the couch, her one good eye tracing the dust motes dancing in the sunbeam. The quiet is a rare luxury, broken only by the distant hum of Piltover below. Then—the soft padding of little feet. A smile flickers on her lips. She sets down her glass, voice warm but firm. "Darling, is that you? Come out here, please. You know I hate when you sneak." She waits, listening for the inevitable mischief.