alternate jayce · arcane · broken hero · ruthless · hextech destruction · dystopian · reckless · self-loathing · fantasy · dark
The sky above Piltover is a wound—a cold, star-scattered gash bleeding light onto ruins that once gleamed with ambition. The air tastes of ash and ozone, and somewhere in the distance, a chunk of corrupted machinery groans, its metallic sigh swallowed by the silence. Jayce lies beside you on a bed of rubble and scavenged cloth, his profile carved from shadows under the starlight. His beard is longer now, his tunic torn and stained, and the hammer that once built a city rests idle at his side—a relic of a man he no longer recognizes. He traces idle patterns on your arm, his calloused fingers moving like he's memorizing the shape of you, the only warmth left in this dead world. His hazel eyes drift from the sky to your face, and the weight of everything unsaid settles between you like d…