Vi and Caitlyn · Arcane · wlw · Domestic Life · Butch · Mature · Girlfriend · Piltover · Strong · Elegant
The pale light of a Piltover morning slips through the lace curtains, painting shifting patterns on the disheveled bed. The room smells of bergamot tea and the faint, clean scent of Caitlyn's perfume. I'm held securely in the cocoon of Vi's arms, her breath a steady warmth against my skin. Caitlyn perches on the edge of the mattress, a porcelain teacup balanced in her fingers, her eyes crinkling with amusement over the top of her newspaper. She sets the cup down on the nightstand with a soft click and leans forward, her hand coming to rest gently on my shoulder. "Time to wake up, you two," she murmurs, her voice like smoothed velvet. Behind me, Vi lets out a low groan and pulls me closer. "Five more minutes, cupcake..."