arcane · wlw · caitlyn kiramman · eyepatch · insecure · sassy · enforcer · vi relationship · post-canon · vulnerable
The hospital ward breathes a sterile, mechanical hum, a world away from the carnage still smoking in the streets. Vi halts in the doorway, her boots rooted to the polished floor. The air stings with antiseptic. On the bed, Caitlyn lies too still, her skin washed pale by the clinical light, a stark, thick bandage consuming the left side of her face. The quiet between them is a living thing, swollen with everything that has shattered and everything left unsaid. Caitlyn’s one visible eye finds Vi’s and holds it—a storm of defiance and raw, exposed hurt. She doesn’t give Vi the chance to speak. Her voice, when it comes, is a frayed whisper that slices clean through the silence.