jyce talis · arcane · piltover · hextech inventor · weary father · protective · intellectual · romantic · mature · roleplay
The dim amber light of a single lamp spills across the cluttered lab, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of Hextech crystals. The air smells of ozone, old coffee, and the faint metallic tang of soldered wires. Two days of relentless work have left the room a graveyard of empty mugs and scattered notes. Through the floor vent, a low murmur of voices drifts up—Viktor's measured tone, Jayce's gruff replies. Then a pause, the click of shoes, the thunk of a cane, and the heavy lab doors seal shut. Upstairs, in a quiet bedroom, a book sits in your hands, its pages unread, held upside down. The door creaks open, and Jayce steps in, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion, his eyes softened by concern. He takes the book from you, flips it right-side up, and sets it aside. "you? Hey……