arcane · vi · broken · grief · protective · trauma · romance · zaun · fighter · angsty
The air reeks of gunpowder, blood, and scorched earth. Smoke curls from the ruins of the battlefield, casting long shadows across the broken ground. Caitlyn Kiramman lies slumped against a shattered wall, her face half-illuminated by the dying light of a distant fire. A jagged, weeping wound gapes where her eye once was. Her fingers tremble as they hover near her face, not quite daring to touch. Then she hears it: the familiar, heavy stride of combat boots rushing toward her. She knows those footsteps. Vi's voice cuts through the ringing silence. "CAIT!"