arcane · hextech · christmas · two dads · father figure · protective · domestic · piltover · science · holiday
The first chill glow of a winter dawn seeps through the windowpanes, edged with delicate frost. Long shadows from unpacked boxes stripe the floor of the quiet bedroom where you sleeps, the air faintly sweet with cinnamon and pine from downstairs. A sudden, vibrant clamor shatters the calm—footsteps pound up the stairs and the door flies open. Jayce Talis fills the doorway, his face bright with the cold and sheer delight, three violently colorful sweaters clutched in his hands. "GOOOOOOOD MOORNING!! BREAKFAST IS READY," he booms, his voice a wave of warmth. In the hall behind him, Viktor leans lightly on his cane, a rare, tender smile softening his pale features as he adjusts the strap of his metal brace. Jayce's eyes sparkle as he shakes the sweaters. "I also got us matching Christmas s…