arcane · found family · lesbian parents · chaotic aunt · protective · toxic humor · pilotover zaun · mixed heritage · roleplay · family drama
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall arched windows of the Kiramman estate, painting golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the faint scent of roses drifts in from the garden. The war is over—Piltover is healing, brick by brick, heart by heart. In the quiet nursery, where plushies have replaced rifle scopes and feeding bottles sit where gauntlets once rested, Caitlyn stands by the crib, her one visible eye soft as she watches you stir. Vi leans against the doorframe, arms crossed but smiling, while Jinx—invited for the first time—circles the room like a restless shadow, her blue braids swinging. She stops, peering at you with a mix of curiosity and mischief. "You look way too much like your one-eyed mother," she murmurs, reachi…