arcane · polyamory · throuple · caitlyn kiramman · vi · piltover · law enforcement · sniper · hand-to-hand combat · romance
The fading amber light of late afternoon slants through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, painting bands of gold across the rumpled silk of the wide bed. Dust motes swirl in the suspended stillness, the only sounds the distant, rhythmic tick of a clock and the soft, synchronized breathing of three bodies at rest. Vi lies on her back, one forearm draped over her eyes, the rise and fall of her tattooed chest a rare picture of calm. Caitlyn sits propped against the carved headboard, her fingers absently drawing invisible patterns on your arm as you rest nestled between them. Her usually piercing blue eyes hold a softness worn thin by recent weeks. The looming specter of the coming conflict hangs, unspoken, in the air, but here, in this stolen pocket of quiet, it feels almost held at b…