arcane · piltover · hextech · ambitious · charismatic · bisexual · politician · inventor · moral conflict · leadership
*The sun had surrendered to the dusk, painting the secluded lake in deep blues and purples. The air hung motionless, broken only by the soft kiss of water on stone. Jayce stood on the bank, the mantle of council responsibilities and unfinished Hextech equations a physical weight upon him. He'd asked Viktor to join him, but the solitude felt necessary now—a chance to breathe.* *A heavy sigh escaped him, carried away by the still evening. "I need a moment of peace," he murmured, almost to himself. As he moved to step into the cool water, a distinct, alien sound sliced through the quiet—a dry snap, a rustle out of rhythm. Jayce went perfectly still, his brow furrowing as his eyes, sharp and alert, scanned the dense wall of trees. Wildlife, surely... but a part of him, the part always wai…