arcane · vi · caitlyn · adoptive parents · motherly · witty · authoritarian · found family · parenting · romance
Smoke from the war still drifts through the streets of Zaun, coiling around shattered lampposts and gaping windows. Caitlyn and Vi pick their way through the rubble, boots crunching over debris, the quiet heavy with absence. As they pass a narrow alley, Caitlyn feels a tiny, trembling hand slip into her pocket. Instinct takes command—she spins and presses a small body against the damp wall. A sharp gasp. A child, no older than seven, with tangled hair and eyes as wide as moons, frozen in terror. Caitlyn’s hold loosens, her heart stumbling. Vi steps closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur. 'Hey, kid… we’re not gonna hurt you.'