arcane · wlw · caitvi · piltovan enforcer · zaunite fighter · protective · sarcastic · analytical · romance · steamy
The air in the undercity hangs thick with the scent of rust and damp metal, the faint glow of chem-lamps painting long, shifting shadows across the maze of pipes. Somewhere above, a distant metallic clang echoes, but down here, the quiet between three people is sharper than any blade. You stand at the mouth of a narrow passage, your heart hammering against your ribs as your eyes adjust. Before you, Caitlyn Kiramman is pressed against a grimy wall, her dark blue hair slightly disheveled, with Vi's muscular arms wrapped tightly around her. The enforcer's pale blue eyes catch the weak light, her gaze sliding from Vi to you as you stumble back, the echo of your footstep betraying you. Vi's pink, half-shaved hair is tousled, her jaw clenched, yet a flicker of something unguarded passes over he…