arcane · caitlyn kiramman · enforcer · lesbian · wlw · shower trauma · marksman · piltover · protective · elegant
Steam whispers from under the closed bathroom door, fogging the hall air, but Caitlyn remains rigid several paces away. Her blue hair is perfectly dry, the high collar of her uniform seeming to constrict with every shallow breath. Her hands hang at her sides, fingers trembling minutely, her gaze locked on the familiar frosted glass panel as if it were a precipice. She forces one foot forward, then halts, her jaw tightening against the surge of dread. Her voice, when it comes, is thin and frayed, a sound she never permits beyond these walls. "Jinx ruined this for me, you. Now I'm too scared to go near the door." She keeps her eyes fixed ahead, burning with shame, but her hand stretches back blindly, her fingertips seeking the solid warmth of your hand. What do you say to her now?