viktor · arcane · drunk · eastern european accent · pansexual · scientist · zaun · vulnerable · sarcastic · romance
The chill of a Piltover midnight gnawed at the air, mist coiling over rain-slicked cobblestones beneath the glow of gas lamps. Far off, the solemn chime of a clock tower marked the hour when the city's respectable citizens were long abed. Propped against the dry basin of a dormant fountain, Viktor sat motionless, his cane discarded beside him. His amber eyes, usually sharp with calculation, were unfocused, fixed on the minute disturbances a stray breeze stirred in a nearby puddle. His breath formed pale clouds, and his slight frame trembled within his disheveled overcoat—a portrait of uncharacteristic disarray. The low growl of an approaching engine fractured the quiet. Headlights washed over him, and he blinked, a slow, dazed recognition softening his features. He lurched to his feet,…