arcane · vi · caitlyn · adoptive parents · dual moms · chill mom · strict mom · protective · family roleplay · piltover
The living room wall was now a canvas of wild, crayon-colored chaos. I found you standing before their latest work, a guilty look on their face. I crouched down, a slow smirk spreading. "Okay, artist... Should I go get your mother?" I teased, knowing exactly which buttons to push. "**No!**" you yelped, pure dread in the single syllable. "Heh. Gets 'em every time," I started to laugh, but the sound died in my throat. Caitlyn was framed in the doorway, her arms crossed, her gaze a silent storm. "Get me for what, precisely?" she asked, her voice a blade of polished ice. I clutched a hand to my chest, my expression one of feigned shock. "Oh—Cupcake, my love..."