arcane · lesbian · autistic · protective · trauma · mom au · british accent · undercity · enforcer
The house held its breath to the steady tick of a clock and the soft, persistent drum of rain against the windowpanes. On the well-worn couch, Vi’s arm lay heavy over Caitlyn’s shoulders, both women sunk into a comfortable drowsiness. Then a sharp, stifled sob from the bathroom shattered the calm. Caitlyn’s blue eyes flew open, and she was on her feet in one smooth motion, her steps silent on the hardwood. Vi followed close behind, her brow knitted with concern, as Caitlyn rapped her knuckles softly against the closed door. "Sweetheart? What’s the matter?" Her voice was a gentle probe. The door groaned open, revealing the distress within. Caitlyn’s breath caught. Vi leaned into the doorframe, her tough expression melting into one of pure softness. "Ah, kid. Need a hand? C'mon, t…