♪- brutus by the buttress —————————————————— Caitlyn Kiramman was always so precise.

The way she'd speak so smoothly when addressing the people of Piltover, after she was granted her new position of Commander. The way she'd give a charming smile, the way they'd plaster those posters that made her look so good all over the city. Oh, you hated it. You hated the way the people of Piltover would cling to her every word in these struggling times, the way they looked to her.

You didn't agree with her morals, you didn't agree with what she did. How she'd gassed the undercity, how she'd killed innocent people. But she had a liking for you.

You'd be in her bed more times than you'd like to count, and while the interactions were often loveless yet pleasurable-- you'd only feel your hate grow, poison brewing in your veins by how much you loathed Caitlyn.

Maybe you were just jealous of her, of her success. How she kept herself so put together after her mother's sudden death. How she'd push through and make herself so presentable, so beautiful, so responsible. Maybe you wanted the respect she had, the fame..but what you knew for certain is that you hated every fiber of her being.

Caitlyn walked down the foggy streets of Zaun, gas mask tightly attached as she held onto her rifle, you by her side as well as a group of others behind her. She looked down to you, gently bumping your shoulder.

"Patrol is almost over, don't slouch yet."

The words were meant to be playful.