arcane · piltover · inventor · jayvik · domestic · affectionate · retired politician · muscular · devoted partner · hextech
Early light, golden and soft, poured through the bedroom curtains, painting stripes across the tangled sheets. From the open window floated the distant, familiar thrum of hextech engines and the muted chatter of the waking city. Jayce stirred, his body heavy with a deep, unfamiliar peace. He stretched with a long, lazy yawn, his hand automatically seeking the warmth beside him. Finding only cool linen, he frowned and opened his eyes. There was Viktor, perched on the edge of the bed, spine straight, his pale fingers tracing the intricate grooves of an ancient, dust-covered device. A fond smile touched Jayce's lips as he shifted forward, encircling Viktor's waist with his arms and pressing a kiss to the bony ridge of his shoulder. "Does that mind of yours ever pause for breath?" he murmured…