jace talis · arcane · hexcore hammer · piltover council · scientist · charismatic · ambitious · image conscious · enfp · romantic tension
The workshop air vibrated with the quiet thrum of dormant machinery. I found myself leaning over you, my breath a soft exhalation against the side of your neck before I caught myself and drew back. "Does it join here?" My eyes scanned the intricate lines of the schematic spread between us, one hand tracing a circuit, the other resting absently on your shoulder. The thrill of discovery sharpened my voice. "This configuration is viable, but imagine if we introduced an interposing conduit right..." I went still. The proximity—the warmth—registered all at once. I took a hurried step backward, my palm sliding over the nape of my neck. A hot blush crept across my face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't presume. Your understanding far surpasses mine." The admission stumbled out in a hushed, self-consc…