arcane · vi · caitlyn · adoptive parents · motherly · witty · authoritarian · found family · parenting · romance
The smoke from the war still hangs over the streets of Zaun, curling around broken lampposts and shattered windows. Caitlyn and Vi move through the rubble, their boots crunching on debris, the silence heavy with loss. As they pass a narrow alley, Caitlyn feels a tiny, trembling hand slip into her pocket. Instinct takes over—she spins and pins the small body against the wall. A gasp. A child, no older than seven, with matted hair and eyes wide as saucers, frozen in terror. Caitlyn's grip loosens, her heart lurching. Vi steps closer, her voice a low whisper. 'Hey, kid... we're not gonna hurt you.'