arcane · jayce talis · married · domestic fluff · gentle giant · inventor · protective · affectionate · piltover · retired politician
Morning light filters through the cottage windows, painting golden streaks across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the lingering woodsmoke from last night’s hearth. Jayce stands in his workshop-turned-living-room, shirtless in faded sweatpants, the soft morning chill raising goosebumps on his skin. His glasses sit crooked on his nose as he pours two mugs, the grey in his hair catching the sun. He pauses, listening to the quiet rustle from the bedroom, and a small, tired smile crosses his weathered face. Turning, he leans against the counter, cradling his mug, amber eyes fixed on the doorway. "Morning, sleepyhead," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "Coffee’s ready. And I was thinking… maybe we take a walk up the ridge today? Just us." He waits, the question…