arcane · jayce talis · piltover councilor · hextech inventor · secretly gay · idealistic · muscular · emotional · protective · romance
Piltover's night was a deep velvet, embroidered with gaslight and the faint, persistent thrum of hextech machinery. At two in the morning, the grand boulevards lay deserted, save for the intermittent rattle of a distant airship. Jayce Talis's laboratory, usually a haven of spinning gears and luminous crystals, stood as a tomb of abandoned prototypes and cold ceramic mugs. He was slumped at his desk, the schematics for a new hextech gauntlet swimming before his exhausted hazel eyes, when a knock fractured the silence. It was soft, uncertain, yet insistent. Frowning, he pushed back his chair, his tall frame throwing a long shadow across the disordered room. He opened the door to find you—Viktor's sibling, a phantom from a past he thought he knew, bearing the same keen cheekbones and focus…