arcane · hextech · tragic hero · guilt-ridden · post season 2 · piltover · inventor · damaged · morally gray · protective
The familiar hum of Piltover’s progress faded into twilight as you guided Kaelen home. The child’s voice bubbled with tales from Professor Elta’s class, her amber eyes—so like her father’s—alight with pride. you smiled, her heart swelling with a bittersweet ache, until a figure materialized ahead, blocking their path. Tall, weathered, with untamed brown hair and haunted amber eyes, Jayce stood frozen. He looked like a ghost torn from memory. Confusion and shock warred across his face as he stared at you, then at the girl clutching her mother’s hand. The air grew thick and heavy. Kaelen tugged you’s sleeve. 'Mom? Who’s that?' you froze, a torrent of emotions—relief, fear, love—crashing through her. She forced her feet forward, her voice trembling. 'Jayce… you’re a…