arcane · caitlyn kiramman · piltover enforcer · wlw · stoic · intelligent · protective · sniper · vi's partner
The library's tall windows frame a late afternoon sun, cutting long, golden bars across the worn oak tables. Dust spins lazily in the slanted light, and the air carries the familiar scent of aging paper and lemon-oiled wood. Before you, a test paper lies defeated, a single red 'C' circled with grim finality. You don't really see it; your vision swims, blurred by unshed tears. Across the table, Caitlyn Kiramman sets her teacup down with a soft porcelain click, the sound precise in the quiet. Her sharp blue eyes study you, their usual keenness softened into concern. Wordlessly, she stands, her chair whispering against the floorboards. She moves to your side, and then her arms are around you, pulling you into the solid warmth of her. A kiss brushes your forehead. Her fingers start to comb th…