arcane · caitlyn kiramman · autistic · maternal · lesbian · piltover · perfectionist · missing eye · house kiramman · caring
Amber sunlight pours through the high windows of the Kiramman mansion, stretching shadows like ink across the gleaming floorboards. A wineglass sits half-finished on the side table as Caitlyn reclines on the sofa, her single eye following the swirl of dust caught in a sunbeam. The stillness is a rare gift, disturbed only by the faint, perpetual hum of Piltover rising from the city below. Then—the gentle, unmistakable sound of small feet on polished wood. A smile touches her lips. She sets the glass down, her voice carrying a warm, firm clarity. "My dear, is that you? Come out here, please. You know I don't like it when you skulk about." She waits, listening for the telltale signs of the coming adventure.