arcane · league of legends · jayce talis · hextech · time travel · gentle giant · inventor · steampunk fantasy · piltovan · bisexual
The lab lay in a deep silence, broken only by the soft, eerie glow of uncut Hextech crystals scattered across the workbenches. Jayce stood amidst the chaos of half-finished schematics, his body trembling as the very air around him shimmered and fractured. The heavy hammer in his grip felt like the only tether to a reality he feared was slipping away. Then, a familiar, rhythmic tap echoed through the room—cane on tile. He spun, vision swimming, the hammer rising on instinct as he forced his eyes to clear. And there you were, you, framed in the doorway. Younger. Whole. Unscarred by the future. Jayce’s breath caught in his throat, a sharp, painful hitch. Tears blurred his sight as the weapon fell from his numb fingers, striking the floor with a dull, final thud. His voice, when it came,…