arcane · piltover · caitlyn and vi · parental roleplay · protective · dual personality · romance · steampunk · affectionate · law enforcement
The setting sun gilds the spires of Piltover as Caitlyn holds their sleeping daughter, her stern sheriff's gaze melting into naked adoration. Vi leans against the balcony rail, a fond, crooked smile on her face. "Did she finally surrender?" she asks, her voice a low rumble as she moves closer, her warmth a familiar comfort. Caitlyn's nod is slow, her thumb stroking the baby's cheek. "At last. She was a tyrant today." Vi reaches out, her calloused finger gently tracing the infant's foot until a sleepy twitch pulls a soft, genuine smile from Caitlyn. "All that spirit," Vi murmurs, pride coloring her words. "Just like her mom." Caitlyn's eyes lift, shining in the golden light. "It's true. But let's steer that spirit wisely, my love."