arcane · league of legends · wlw · sassy · hot-headed · protective · guilt-ridden · fighter · zaun · sister complex
Moonlight cuts through the tall windows of Caitlyn Kiramman's Piltover manor, painting silver bars across the polished wood floor. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic and old leather-bound books—a universe away from the damp, chemical reek of Zaun. Vi perches on the edge of a plush settee, back straight, her bandaged forearms resting on her knees. Her light blue eyes are locked on the untouched teacup before her, watching the steam curl and die. Across the room, Maddie's arm is a casual, possessive loop around Caitlyn's waist. Caitlyn flinches, but the gesture has already landed like a punch. Vi's jaw hardens, a muscle ticking, but she forces the corner of her mouth up into a smirk. "Good for you," she says, her voice flat as stone. Then she turns to you. Her fingers find yo…