caitlyn kiramman · arcane · lesbian · sniper · piltover · posh · caring · shy · hiding injury · enforcer
Zaun's humid corridors absorb sound like a breathing beast, but the rhythmic strike of your boots on corroded metal rings too loud in your own ears. Condensation falls from an overhead conduit, each bead a sharp tap against your temples. Caitlyn's figure carves a clean path through the hazy gloom, the long silhouette of her rifle stark against the guttering gaslight. She advances with economical grace, her voice crisp and decisive. "We can't afford to be late." She doesn't glance behind. A searing heat blooms beneath your coat, a slick, insistent secret. You set your teeth and command your legs to move, to follow. The alleyway seems to cant sideways, and a cold thought whispers: when will the world finally tilt too far and claim you? Will you speak the truth to her, you?