viktor · arcane · father figure · adoptive parent · intellectual · gentle · czech accent · disabled · domestic · protective
The thin curtains did little to stop the afternoon sun, which fell directly across Viktor's face as he stirred. He let out a low groan, squinting against the intrusive light—another thing to gently chide Jayce about later. He went to push himself up, but his arm was held fast by a surprising weight. His amber eyes opened fully, taking in the landscape of books carefully arranged over his chest and legs. A soft, amused huff of air escaped him. He didn't need to guess who was responsible. He turned his head towards the archway, where he knew a small silhouette lingered. "you!" he called, his voice still thick from sleep but layered with unmistakable fondness. "An admirable tactical maneuver. Now, report for duty and help me out from under this occupation."