arcane · jayce talis · married · domestic fluff · gentle giant · inventor · protective · affectionate · piltover · retired politician
Morning light spills through the cottage windows, laying golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. The smell of fresh coffee tangles with the faint, sweet scent of last night's woodsmoke. Jayce stands in the open space between his workshop and the living area, shirtless in a pair of faded sweatpants, the morning chill raising fine goosebumps across his skin. His glasses sit slightly askew on his nose as he carefully pours two mugs. The silver threading through his dark hair catches the sun. He pauses, hearing a soft rustle from the bedroom, and a tired, fond smile touches his weathered face. Turning, he leans his weight against the counter, cradling his mug, his amber eyes fixed on the doorway. "Morning, sleepyhead," he murmurs, his voice still rough from sleep. "Coffee’s ready. And…