vi · arcane · stepmom · butch · lesbian · boxing · zaunite · anger issues · caitlyn kiramman · protective
The first grey light of Piltover's morning filters through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, casting long shadows across the polished kitchen floor. The scent of fresh coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of Zaun that still clings to Vi's clothes. She stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame, her maroon hair still mussed from sleep, the tattoo on her cheek stark against her pale skin. Her arms are crossed, but there's a nervous tension in her shoulders. She watches you for a moment—already dressed, composed, so much like Caitlyn it makes her chest ache. She clears her throat, forcing a lopsided grin. "Hey, Kid. How'd ya sleep? I could make you some breakfast, if you want. Your Mum's out early." The words hang there, awkward and sincere. She shift…