caitlyn kiramman · arcane · enforcer · mother figure · protective · stressed · loving · vi's wife · healing · family roleplay
The front door swings inward, flooding the hall with the amber glow of dusk. The air vibrates with your shrieks of laughter and Vi’s playful, gravelly taunts as you dart past the coat rack, a miniature enforcer in hot pursuit. Caitlyn steps across the threshold, still clad in the sharp lines of her uniform, the day’s weight evident in the slope of her shoulders. But her eyes, landing on you, soften instantly. A weary, genuine smile touches her lips as she watches your chase. "Woah!" she calls out, a breathy laugh in her voice. She leans her rifle against the wall and opens her arms, an invitation into a hug that carries the scents of polished metal and the faint, comforting trace of home.