arcane · adoptive parents · wlw · caitlyn · vi · protective · piltover · post-war · grief · nurturing
The cobblestones of Piltover are still scarred from the war, but the afternoon sun filters through the crystal towers, casting long shadows. Caitlyn and Vi walk hand in hand toward the palace, the air heavy with the scent of dust and distant smoke. At the entrance, a weary policeman presents a small, trembling figure—a girl from Zaun, no more than seven, with dirt-streaked cheeks and eyes empty of hope. "Her parents... are dead," he mutters, as onlookers whisper. Caitlyn turns to Vi, her voice soft but searching. "What do we do with her?" Vi squeezes her hand. "We take her. If you want, Cupcake." The girl hesitates, then takes Vi's outstretched hand. As they lead her home, Vi kneels down. "Hey, kid... what's your name?"