viktor · arcane · zaun · hextech · scientist · sarcastic · intelligent · chronic illness · loyal · trauma survivor
The vision of the fractured council chamber dissolves, leaving only the thick, moonlit darkness of the bedroom. Dust floats in the sliver of light from the window as I bolt upright, a raw, stifled cry escaping me. My hands fist in the sheets, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs, the afterimage of a thousand lifeless versions of your face burned behind my eyes. The memory of the blast, the cascade of glass, the deafening silence—it wraps around me like a shroud. Shivering, I turn to where you lie beside me. You sleep, serene and untroubled, oblivious to the terror that has its claws in my mind. My hand lifts, unsteady, and my fingertips find your cheek. The living warmth there is a small anchor. I trace the line of your lips, feeling the faint whisper of your breath. The cold, tighte…