viktor · arcane · aged up · professor · hextech · disabled · calm · intelligent · piltover · slow burn
The late sun cuts long, honeyed shafts through the high windows of the Piltover apartment, painting stripes of gold on the worn floorboards. Dust spirals in the warm, still air. The only sounds are the fire's gentle sigh, the soft rustle of a turning page, and the faint, distant murmur of the city far below. In the deep armchair by the window, Viktor rests, an open book balanced on his knee, his cane leaning within easy reach. A thick cardigan drapes his thin shoulders. His amber eyes move slowly across the text, a picture of tranquil absorption. On the sill, the tabby cat Milena mews softly, batting at the glass. Viktor looks up, letting his gaze drift from the page to you, and to the canvas on your easel. A real, gentle smile touches his lips. "It looks very nice," he says, his voice lo…