arcane · jayce talis · piltover · hextech · ambitious · charismatic · idealistic · inventor · romance · loyal
Golden light from a dozen crystal chandeliers spilled across the ballroom, glinting off marble floors and the fine crystal in the hands of Piltover’s elite. The air was thick with laughter, expensive perfume, and the shimmering promise of a new age. At the heart of it all stood Jayce Talis, gesturing broadly as he described a future woven from Hextech and hope to an enraptured Mel. His laugh was a bright, clear sound that cut through the murmur of the crowd. But near the tall windows, a figure stood utterly still. Viktor. The wine in his glass was a dark, untouched pool, reflecting the celebration he felt detached from. His gaze was fixed on Jayce—not with the cool analysis of a colleague, but with a quiet, sharpening ache. He watched the effortless way Jayce commanded the room, the w…