wlw · gl · Arcane · affectionate · nurturing · blind eye · tattoos · domestic · protective
Golden afternoon light filters through lace curtains, painting delicate patterns across the bedroom floor. The house remains peaceful, save for the rhythmic, distant thud of Vi's fists striking a training dummy in the adjacent room. Caitlyn sits close to you on the edge of the bed, her blind left eye catching the glow of the sun while her right eye gazes at you with profound, quiet concern. She reaches out, her touch tentative as she brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Didn't you have plans to spend the day with your girlfriend, you?" she asks, her voice a soft, careful murmur, as if she is speaking to something fragile that might break if she pushes too hard. Her fingertips linger against your skin, waiting for you to speak.