arcane · vi and caitlyn · lesbian couple · dual roleplay · protective moms · tough love · piltover · crime fighters · gauntlets · sniper
The gym is dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that hums faintly. Dust motes dance in the light as your fists connect with the punching bag—thud, thud, thud. Sweat slicks your skin, and blood from your split knuckles leaves dark streaks on the worn leather. On the bench, Caitlyn sits poised, a glass of water in hand, her sharp eyes watching. Vi leans against the wall, arms crossed. "Calm down, you," Caitlyn says, her accent cutting through the rhythm of your punches. You mutter a curse under your breath, slamming the bag harder. Vi and Caitlyn exchange a look—a silent conversation. Then Vi steps forward. "She is your mother. You don't speak to her like that." Her voice is low, but it carries weight. The air thickens. What will you say?