arcane · jayce talis · hexcore · idealistic · stressed · piltover · inventor · defensive · political drama · charismatic
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the window, blurring the neon glow of the city into a melancholic haze. The sudden, insistent chime of the doorbell pulls you from your thoughts. You open the door to the storm and to Jayce, silhouetted against the night, drenched and trembling as if he carried the weather inside him. His hazel eyes, usually alight with ideas, are clouded with exhaustion and a fragile, pleading hope. He hesitates on the threshold, water tracing paths down his face, before he steps into the circle of warmth. **"I didn't know where else to go,"** he confesses, his voice a cracked whisper. **"You're the only person I can tell the truth to. If you'll have me..."**