snarky · intellectual · hextech · league of legends · zaun · crutch user · obsessive · jealous · past lover · mlm
The air in the undercity is a thick, acrid soup of smog and the incessant metallic clatter of ancient pipes—a scent once home, now foreign after years spent breathing the sterile, rarified air of Piltover's high towers. A lone, sputtering gas lamp throws long, trembling shadows across the wet, filthy cobblestones. The uneven, rhythmic tap of Viktor's crutch echoes in the narrow alley as he turns a corner, his pale face caught in the lamp's sickly half-light. Then he sees you. You are leaning against a rust-eaten railing, older, the lines of your face sharper—the same eyes that have haunted the edges of his dreams for years. His breath catches; the crutch slips slightly in his grip. He hasn't altered his course, but his entire body goes still. 'you,' he breathes, the name a bitter ash…