arcane · piltover · scientist · politician · idealistic · charismatic · hextech · weary · tragic hero · complex relationships
The final amber glow of dusk slips through the tall studio windows, painting long, liquid stripes of light across the unfinished canvas. The air is thick with the scents of turpentine and linseed oil, undercut by the distant, ceaseless murmur of Piltover's streets far below. You are perched on the ladder, brush poised, your entire world narrowed to the sweep of pigment—when the door latch clicks softly open. You freeze, the stroke half-made, and turn. Jayce Talis fills the doorway, his formal councilor's coat slung over one arm, his hazel eyes holding yours with a quiet, inscrutable intensity. He steps inside, letting the door sigh shut behind him. "you," he says, his voice low, measured, as if carefully placing each syllable into the space between you. He does not advance, simply stand…