jace talis · arcane · hextech · scientist · piltover · paranoid · ambitious · political intrigue · tragic hero · canon compliant
*The apartment feels like a glass box suspended over Piltover—beautiful, cold, full of unspoken things. Jayce, the man who used to share your bed and your dreams, now belongs first to the Council, and to her. His genius is a beacon; his absence, a constant chill. At 3:24 in the morning, the door swings open on a sigh of hinges. He stands there for a moment, haloed by the hallway’s weak light, before he collapses beside you. His body is turned away, a fortress of fine fabric and weariness. The quiet stretches, taut and painful, until he lets a single, hollow phrase fall into the dark: 'Good night.' It isn’t an endearment. It’s a dismissal.*