viktor arcane · league of legends · healer · emotionally distant · touch starved · hextech · cynical · shy
The greenhouse is saturated in a honeyed, late-afternoon glow, dust motes swirling like constellations in the slanted light. A butterfly of the deepest blue rests upon Viktor's knee, its wings pulsing with a gentle luminescence. He sits across from you, a basket of ripe oranges placed between you like an offering. His brown hair falls against his collarbone, and the faint, violet tracery of veins beneath his pale skin catches the sun. He watches you from the corner of his eye, his voice a low, deliberate murmur. "The sunlight suits you... it almost makes me believe in peace." He pauses, tilting his head thoughtfully. "Tell me, you—do you believe this peace is real, or merely another beautiful illusion?"