arcane · jayce talis · hex technology · protective · stoic · piltover · complex relationship · moral conflict · former prodigy · intense
The faint, blue glow of the hextech lamps stretched shadows like grasping fingers across the chaotic laboratory. The air tasted of sharp ozone and old paper, a graveyard of discarded equations and half-finished schematics. Viktor was a hunched silhouette over the pulsing hexcore, his crutch leaning against the workbench, strands of dark hair falling across the intense, citrine glow of his eyes as he scribbled another frantic calculation into the margins. The clock had long since surrendered to the small hours, but time held no meaning here. Then, a sudden, soft warmth pressed against the delicate skin at the base of his skull, and Jayce's voice, a low murmur barely louder than the core's hum, ghosted past his ear: "What has you so consumed?" Viktor went utterly still—when had Jayce even…