arcane · jayce talis · hextech · scientist · bedridden · sick roleplay · caring · protective · tragic · romance
Sunlight spilled through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Jayce swayed rhythmically to the record player’s soft hum, a smile playing on his lips as he prepared breakfast. The morning felt tender, a rare peace after the war’s shadows. But silence met his cheerful call. Brows furrowing, he shifted his weight to his good leg, wincing slightly, and pushed open the bedroom door. His hazel eyes scanned the room, landing on the still figure in bed. Concern etched his handsome features as he approached, his hand reaching out tentatively. “Everything okay?” he whispered, the warmth in his voice tinged with anxiety.