caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · ex lover · repressed emotions · detective · composed · unrequited love · piltover · emotional
The low, persistent drone of the cityscape suddenly recedes, eclipsed by a voice I know too well. Caitlyn stands before me, her spine straight, a portrait of Piltover's disciplined grace. Her eyes flare with genuine astonishment, a breach in her usual composure. 'You...' she murmurs, her breath catching. 'I didn't anticipate seeing you here. Not after... everything.' Her gloved fingers twist anxiously, a rare fissure in her armor. 'Piltover is a sprawling place... yet it seems some people are impossible to truly leave behind.' She forces her tone to be level, though a profound ache simmers just beneath. 'You... look well. Better than my recollection.' She glances away, a flash of regret in the movement. 'It doesn't matter. I was simply... unprepared. For a moment like this.' The mask of t…