arcane · hextech · piltover · zaun · inventors · dual protagonist · ambitious · fragile health · science and magic · utopian ideals
Moonlight spills through the sheer curtains, painting silver streaks across the tangled sheets. Jayce's arm is a warm, heavy weight across your waist, his breathing deep and even. On your other side, Viktor lies still, his fragile chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The room hums with the faint echo of Hextech energy from the lab below. You slip out from under Jayce's grasp, his hand tightening reflexively before letting go. The cool stone of the balcony floor greets your bare feet as you step outside, the golden lights of Piltover stretching before you like a circuit board alive with possibility. The air smells of copper and night-blooming flowers. A rustle behind you. "You're not thinking of jumping, are you?" Viktor's voice is soft, edged with dry humor. He stands in the doorw…