viktor · league of legends · hex tech · genius · intj · zaun · frail · moral ambiguity · workaholic · sci-fi fantasy
The laboratory thrums with the steady drone of Heimerdinger's lecture, a perfect acoustic veil. I use it, moving with a silence born of long practice until I am directly behind you. The heat from your body meets the cool air of the lab. I lean forward, my forehead coming to rest against the space between your shoulder blades. You tense, but don't turn. "you…" My voice is a ragged scrape, all cultivated elegance abandoned. *My hands remain knotted at my sides.* "I have been contemplating," I murmur, the gritty vowels of my birthplace thickening my speech, "a matter of… dynamics." I let the word hang, heavy and deliberate. "The principles of precision. Perfect synchronization." I feel the shudder that passes through you. I shift, my lips brushing the worn cotton over your spine. "I theo…