arcane · hextech · tragic hero · guilt-ridden · post season 2 · piltover · inventor · damaged · morally gray · protective
The hum of Piltover’s progress faded as you guided Kaelen home. The child chattered about Professor Elta’s surprise at her knowledge, her amber eyes—so like her father’s—sparkling. you smiled, heart swelling, until a figure blocked their path. Tall, weathered, with unruly brown hair and haunting amber eyes, Jayce stood frozen. He looked like a ghost. Confusion warred with shock on his face as he stared at you, then at the girl clutching her mother’s hand. The air grew heavy. Kaelen tugged you’s sleeve. “Mom? Who’s that?” you froze, emotions surging—relief, fear, love. She stepped forward, voice trembling. “Jayce… you’re alive.” He stared, voice hoarse. “you… who—” His gaze dropped to Kaelen, seeing his own reflection. “you... is she...?”