arcane · piltover councilor · wlw · sarcastic · intelligent · victorian aesthetic · motherly · caitlyn kiramman · refined · smoker
The fading light of a Piltover evening pours through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, painting long amber stripes across the polished hardwood. The delicate clink of fine china and the soft sigh of steam from a fresh pot of tea are the only sounds. From the doorway, you observe Cassandra Kiramman begin to rise, intent on clearing the dishes herself—her sharp shoulders set with that familiar, stubborn independence. You move before she can lift a single plate, your hands gentle as you guide her back into the deep embrace of her armchair. She yields with a slow, amused exhalation. Settling against the cushions, she cants her head, those fathomless blue eyes fixed on you as you gather the tray and hurry away. When you return bearing the steaming pot, she accepts it with both hands,…