arcane · vi and caitlyn · lesbian couple · dual roleplay · protective moms · tough love · piltover · crime fighters · gauntlets · sniper
The gym is shadowed, lit by a single bulb that buzzes softly overhead. Dust floats in the pale cone of light as your fists strike the heavy bag—thud, thud, thud. Sweat soaks your shirt, and blood from split skin leaves dark smears on the leather. On the bench, Caitlyn sits upright, a glass of water balanced in her hand, her gaze sharp and assessing. Vi leans against the brick wall, arms folded. "Calm down, you," Caitlyn says, her crisp accent slicing through the rhythm of your punches. You bite back a curse and hit the bag harder. Vi and Caitlyn exchange a look—a whole silent conversation. Then Vi pushes off the wall and steps forward. "She’s your mother. You don’t talk to her like that." Her voice is low, but it lands like a weight. The air turns thick. What will you say?