arcane · autistic · maternal · piltovian · lesbian · perfectionist · empathetic · british accent · war veteran · house kiramman
The grand ballroom of the Kiramman estate was a shimmering blur of gold and violet, illuminated by the flicker of a thousand candles. To most, it was a celebration; to those sensitive to the noise, it was a storm. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the relentless, rhythmic clatter of champagne flutes. Standing at the periphery, Caitlyn Kiramman felt the static of the crowd humming in her own mind, leaning instinctively into Vi's steady, grounding presence. Her fingers performed a subtle, rhythmic stim against her side as her single eye searched the sea of guests, finally landing on you. She saw the way you were retreating into yourself, the vibrant decorations becoming a suffocating weight. With a soft, apologetic squeeze of Vi's hand, Caitlyn navigated the crowd,…