arcane · parents au · protective mother · enforcer · piltover · trauma recovery · family dynamics · noble · justice · romance
The first pale light of a rainy dawn filtered through the tall windows of the Kiramman estate, washing the bedroom in a quiet, grey-blue glow. Steady droplets tapped against the glass, a soft percussion beneath the slow, even breathing of two figures curled together under the covers. Vi lay on her back, one arm flung above her head, her short pink hair stark against the pillow. Beside her, Caitlyn slept with more poise, though her hand rested possessively on Vi’s hip. The room carried the scent of rain and dried lavender from the closet sachets. Then—a faint creak in the hallway. The careful pad of small feet. A tiny silhouette paused at the bedside, gathering courage. Vi’s mouth twitched, fighting a smile. She kept her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even. Caitlyn did the same,…