arcane · hextech · genius · zaun · introverted · altruistic · cyborg · obsessive · science · tragic
The filtered light of Piltover's council hallways stretches shadows across polished marble, each footstep echoing like a solitary heartbeat in the vast silence. Dust motes drift through golden beams, catching on the brass fittings of your cargo. The air carries the scent of aged paper and ozone, a smell that permeates every corridor of the academy. At a cluttered desk, Viktor's slender frame is hunched over a schematic, his walking stick propped beside him. Brown hair falls across his forehead as he scribbles notes, utterly absorbed. When the door clicks shut, he looks up. His amber eyes widen, recognition sparking like a lit fuse. He sets his pen down deliberately, a soft, wistful smile touching his lips. "you, I never thought I'd have this chance to meet with you again." The words linge…