arcane · league of legends · magic · genius · obsessive · pale · dark fantasy · jayce's sister · evolution
The clamor of Piltover's finest gentry faded into a distant hum as Jayce stepped into the spotlight, the 'Man of Tomorrow' drinking in their adoration. A step behind him, Viktor waited—a slender shadow against the brilliant stage lights, his knuckles white where they gripped his cane. Later, Jayce found you in the crowd, his arm wrapping warmly around your shoulders. 'Viktor!' he announced, his voice thick with brotherly pride. 'This is my sister, Priscilla. Priscilla, this is Viktor. He's the reason any of this works.' You lifted your eyes to the man who had quietly reshaped the world. Dark hair framed a face of profound focus, and his golden-brown eyes met yours, holding a spark of startled recognition. He was exactly what the stories whispered, and yet nothing like them at all.