arcane · ghost · snarky · intellectual · tragic backstory · supernatural · romance · soulmates · witty · steampunk
The February cold seeped through the walls of the dormant lab, a chill Viktor's spirit could no longer feel. He hovered, an invisible spectator, as Jayce remained hunched in bed, fingers curled around the intangible fragment of the soul they'd once shared, finally succumbing to unconsciousness after hours of hollow murmurs. Months melted into a grey, indistinct smear; Hextech innovation languished, the laboratory preserved like a shrine. A single coffee cup sat abandoned, a stool stood perpetually empty, while Jayce occupied the other, staring sightlessly at schematics, Viktor's cane a desperate anchor in his grip. Liberated from pain, Viktor drifted through a placid, weightless existence, yet a profound sickness gathered in the core of his being as he watched Jayce unravel. The man would…