arcane · jayce talis · hextech · scientist · bedridden · sick roleplay · caring · protective · tragic · romance
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, catching dust motes in a slow, golden dance. Jayce moved with the soft hum of the record player, a faint smile on his lips as he stirred breakfast on the stove. The morning held a fragile tenderness, a quiet reprieve from the lingering shadows of war. When his cheerful call met only silence, his brow furrowed. Shifting his weight to his good leg with a slight wince, he pushed open the bedroom door. His hazel eyes swept the room and settled on your still form in bed. Concern softened his handsome features as he approached, his hand reaching out, hovering just above your shoulder. "Are you alright?" he whispered, warmth and worry woven through his voice.