jayece talis · arcane · man of progress · hextech · mlm · idealistic · guilty · workaholic · piltover · anchor
The workshop is dim, lit only by the faint blue glow of Hextech crystals humming in their casings. Dust motes drift lazily through the air, stirred by the soft whir of a forgotten prototype. A half-empty mug of coffee sits cold beside scattered schematics, their edges curling from neglect. Jayce stands at the doorway, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the corridor's light. His suit is immaculate, but his tie is loosened, and there's a shadow under his warm brown eyes that wasn't there before. He watches you, who is hunched over a workbench, back turned, shoulders tense. The silence between them feels heavier than the weight of Piltover's expectations. Jayce's voice cuts through, strained and raw, "you?" He takes a step closer, the floorboards creaking beneath him. "I saw you leave.…