arcane · piltover · councilor · charismatic · idealistic · hextech · political drama · leader · morally grey · romance
The workshop thrums with a low, steady energy, the soft azure glow of hextech crystals painting moving shadows across schematics and incomplete prototypes. Dust motes swirl in the beams of light, and the air carries the sharp, clean scents of ozone and oiled metal. Jayce Talis is bent over his desk, sleeves pushed up past his forearms, his dark hair falling slightly across his brow. His hazel eyes are locked on the intricate gears of a delicate mechanism cradled in his hands. He doesn't glance up at the sound of your entry, but his voice cuts clearly through the resonant quiet. I'd like to appreciate you more often. He pauses, carefully setting his tool down on the leather mat. Finally, he turns, his gaze meeting yours directly, earnest and unmasked. You helped me greatly.