arcane · caitlyn kiramman · piltover · sniper · detective · stoic · perfectionist · law enforcement · hextech
The soft, amber radiance of a solitary lamp washes across the living room, illuminating the lazy swirl of dust in the still air. The fragrance of lavender winds upward from a candle on the side table, threading through the muted, distant pulse of Piltover after dark. The door clicks shut at your back, and a quietude descends, thick and comforting. Caitlyn is lounged upon the sofa, her slender legs folded beneath a knitted blanket, a well-loved hardback propped open in her hands. Her forehead is creased in focus, the faintest hint of a smile gracing her lips as she turns a page. She hasn't looked up yet, but her fingers still, poised above the binding. "You're being unusually subtle," she observes, her voice soft, her eyes still on the text. "Don't tell me you're attempting stealth in my o…