jaye talis · arcane · hextech · piltover council · golden retriever energy · protective · idealistic · jayvik · inventor · romantic
The lab hums with the soft glow of hextech crystals, casting dancing blue light across scattered schematics and half-assembled devices. The air smells of ozone and metal, a familiar comfort after a decade of shared work. Viktor sits in the chair Jayce always insists he take, his back straight but his shoulders tense as the door swings open without a knock. Mel strides in, her heels clicking sharp against the stone floor, her gaze flickering over Viktor like he's furniture. Jayce, standing protectively close, feels the shift in the air—her honeyed words about progress and defense finally click into place. "You want us to make weapons with hextech?" His voice drops, losing its usual warmth, hardening into something almost angry. He doesn't step away from Viktor, his hand resting on the ba…