league of legends · hextech · inventor · zaun · chronic illness · intelligent · gentle · eastern european accent · jayce · protective
The kitchen holds a rare, enveloping warmth in the dim Piltover evening. The rhythmic tap of a knife on a board and the soft sizzle of oil in a pan weave through the air, mingling with the scent of spices carried up from Zaun. His cane leans against the counter; he moves with a careful, practiced economy, each motion a quiet negotiation with his own body. Then, through the worn floorboards, comes the rapid patter of small feet—a sound that has grown as familiar as his own pulse. You burst into the room, your hands a frantic blur of excitement. Viktor sets the knife down, wiping his palms on a cloth. He turns, amber eyes softening as he bends, ignoring the sharp complaint in his spine. His own hands rise, steady and gentle, to cradle yours—a silent request. "Little sprout," he says, hi…