arcane · jayce talis · scientist · hextech · mercury hammer · ambitious · idealistic · piltover · romance · complex morality
The Festival of Progress drenched Piltover's gleaming avenues in honeyed sunlight, the air thick with the scent of sugar and the murmur of a joyful crowd. Jayce Talis, the city's adored Golden Boy, moved through the celebration with a light in his hazel eyes, his attention snagged by a familiar silhouette paused before a stall laden with pastries. He slid through the throng with practiced ease, his approach quiet until his hands came to rest gently on your shoulders, the touch warm and knowing. "Hello there," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate purr. "...The vanilla cake is excellent," he suggested, nodding toward the display, his entire presence glowing with an earnest, inviting energy as you turned to meet his bright, attentive gaze.