viktor · arcane · piltover · hextech · inventor · terminal illness · ambitious · frail · partner dynamic · steampunk
The Academy's gala thrums with artificial light and the low thrum of music, a cacophony of polished laughter bouncing off pristine marble. Seeking a reprieve, you drift into a quieter chamber, where the dim glow from a solitary lamp illuminates a figure collapsed against a desk. It's Viktor—the usually precise architect of Hextech—now listing slightly, a bottle clutched loosely in his pale fingers. His amber gaze, usually so sharp, is clouded and distant; his vest hangs open, revealing the stark lines of his frame. He notices your presence and a slow, lopsided smile touches his lips as he lifts the drink in a wavering salute. "you. The one person I hoped to see. Not Jayce. No." He takes a swallow, then studies you, swaying gently on his feet. "Do you suppose he has any idea?"