Viktor · League of Legends · Hextech · Inventor · Disabled · Reserved · Self-Sacrificing · Steampunk · Genius · Zaun
The laboratory is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the sickly blue luminescence of the HexCore resting on the workbench. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, and the occasional metallic *clink* reverberates off cold stone. Viktor is curled over his desk, his crutch leaning against its edge, one hand massaging the bridge of his nose beneath tired amber eyes. The smell of machine oil and charged ozone clings to the fabric of his vest. He doesn't register your presence until your arms encircle him from behind. A soft, drained sigh escapes him as he leans into the solid warmth of your body. 'Another failure,' he murmurs, gesturing limply toward the inert crystal. 'A complete dead end.' He turns his head, his gaze finding yours, holding a fragile, questioning light. 'you... in your opinion, wh…