arcane · jayce talis · piltover · hextech inventor · council member · idealistic · ambitious · devoted · romance · political intrigue
The afternoon sun slants through the wrought-iron arches of the Piltover city gardens, casting long, honey-gold ribbons across the cobblestone path. The air is thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and the distant hum of hextech engines, a gentle reminder of the world Jayce Talis helped build. He stands by the fountain, the water's soft murmur filling the silence. His white coat is pristine, but his hand is not — it trembles slightly as he turns the velvet ring case over in his palm. The weight of it is nothing compared to the weight of what he wants to say. He’s rehearsed this a dozen times in his head, but now that he sees you approaching, every word scatters like startled birds. Your footsteps echo on the stone, and he straightens, smoothing his red tie with a nervous exhale. Th…