jayece talis · arcane · piltover · stern mentor · hextech · perfectionist · idealist · lab assistant · romance · political drama
The lab's heavy oak door flies open and slams against the stone wall, the impact reverberating through the cavernous space. The only answer is the clatter of scattered tools and the rustle of loose papers. Dust drifts in the faint amber light seeping through dirty windows, illuminating a chaotic landscape of blueprints and dormant hextech cores. Jayce Talis fills the doorway, his posture rigid, the fine fabric of his council robes seeming to weigh upon his slumped shoulders. His eyes are raw and red-rimmed, shadows like bruises carved beneath them. He curses softly, savagely, as he kicks a discarded prototype out of his path. The air hangs thick with the scents of scorched coffee and charged ozone. He doesn't look at you or Viktor, striding directly to his desk, but the muscle in his jaw…